Get Sleepy: Sleep meditation and stories - The Odyssey: Full Series (Bonus)

Episode Date: September 5, 2026

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It's our sleepy retelling of the Odyssey, a story that has been told through multiple ages and continues to thrill audiences across a range of storytelling mediums in the modern day. We're also releasing it as an audiobook, so if you prefer to listen to it in that format where the nine parts are separated into individual chapters, you can find the links to these audiobook versions in the show notes. I must say, it feels really special to have been able to add to the collection of retellings of this epic tale, and I hope you enjoy listening to it in its entirety. Though, of course, you're very much welcome and encouraged to fall asleep whenever you like. You can always come back and pick up where you left off time and time again.

Our wonderful version of the story was written by the uber talented Alexandra Tarnie. And though we've stayed very true to the original, our script avoids some of the more gory details and keeps the moments of trepidation a little bit softer. So, make sure you're resting comfortably, be it in your bed, or perhaps on a comfy chair or wherever you're listening from. Enjoy me for a relaxing, deep breath. Breathing in for one, two, three, four, five. Holding for a moment, then exhaling. Five, four, three, three, two, one. Feel free to keep that pace of breathing going if it helps you relax. Meanwhile, I invite you to close your eyes and picture the scene. Mount Olympus, the home of the gods. This was where the god Zeus lived in a splendid palace.

And it is here where our story begins. In Zeus's palace, The gods had gathered, as they so often did, to discuss the fate of a mortal. What was to be done with Odysseus? After the Trojan War, Odysseus, king of Ithaca, had become stranded on an island. He was still there now, far from home, and with no way of escaping. The goddess Athena, who had always had a soft spot for Odysseus, spoke to Zeus. With eloquent words, she made her case. For years now, Odysseus had been stuck on this remote island.

The prisoner of a goddess named Calypso. The island was a beautiful place, said Athena, but it wasn't home. Every day, Odysseus wept, thinking of Ithaca and the family that waited for him. His beloved wife and son, he would do anything to be back there. Even just to see the smoke in the distance, rising from his homeland, Odysseus had suffered long enough, said Athena. It was time for the gods to intervene. Having listened carefully, Zeus nodded his head in agreement.

Yes, he said. It was high time that Odysseus returned home, but there was a problem. The sea god Poseidon was furious and held a grudge against Odysseus. He was the one preventing Odysseus from reaching Ithaca. So, said Zeus, the other gods would have to come up with a plan. Athena smiled, her eyes shining. She knew exactly what to do. The gods must send their messenger Hermes to talk to the goddess Calypso.

He would tell her of the gods decision. But Calypso must set Odysseus free. As for Athena herself, she would go to Ithaca and meet with Odysseus's son, Telemachus. He too needed all the help he could get. And with that, Athena prepared to leave. She strapped her golden sandals to her feet, the sandals that allowed her to travel like the wind and took to the air when Athena arrived on the island of Ithaca. She disguised herself as a man and made her way to the palace.

There the situation was even worse than she'd feared. In Odysseus's absence, his palace had been taken over by more than a hundred young men. They were suitors, men who hoped to marry Odysseus' wife, Penelope. Of course, Penelope had no intention of marrying any of them. Even as year after year passed, she remained loyal to her husband, hoping that he would return. But the suitors were stubborn. Every day they came to the palace, where they ate and drank to their heart's content. They would play games, sing, and flirt with the maids into the early hours.

Poor Penelope was at her wits end, as was her son, Telemachus. It was Telemachus that Athena had come to visit. The young prince needed guidance. Athena was lingering at the entrance when Telemachus spotted her. Though, of course, as she was in disguise, he took her for a stranger, a king from another land, perhaps. Welcome stranger, said Telemachus. He invited Athena to join him for dinner.

Unfortunately, it would be a somewhat rowdy affair with all the suitors at the table. But there was little he could do. Telemachus always made sure to treat guests well, just as his father had once done. It was one of those unspoken rules. Once Athena was seated comfortably, a girl came to the table with a golden jug of water so she could wash her hands. Meanwhile, the other servants laid out the finest food and wine. Then it was time to eat. Or, more importantly, to talk, Telemachus had chosen seats at the end of the table as far as possible from the suitors. He hoped to have a person. He hoped to have a

private conversation with this stranger, who might have news of his father, as a bard began to sing and play the liar. Telemachus leaned close to Athena, and spoke quietly. He told her of the terrible situation, how the greedy suitors had taken over the palace, while his father's bones were most likely lying at the bottom of the ocean. And yet, part of him held on to hope that Odysseus was still alive, somewhere in the world. Athena introduced herself as Mentis, king of the Tafians. During her travels, she had not encountered Odysseus, but she was certain that he was alive. There must be something blocking him, the will of the gods perhaps, or someone keeping him prisoner.

But Odysseus was quick-witted. Sooner or later, he would find his way home. Athena and Telemachus talked late into the night. The young prince spoke of his troubles, his fears for his father, his worry. for his mother and his growing resentment of the suitors. Odysseus would surely return one day, said Athena, and take vengeance on the suitors. But in the meantime, Telemachus was the man of the house. This was her advice.

To call a meeting with the suitors and order them to leave. Then Telemachus should set out on a journey to seek news of his father. He should go first to Pylos and speak to wise king Nesta. From there he could travel to Sparta and meet with Menelaus. Both men had fought alongside Odysseus in the Trojan War. Hopefully, at least one of them would have news. Telemachus could then decide what to do, to mourn his father, or to continue waiting. But either way, he must have courage and get rid of the suitors once and for all.

Telemachus was very grateful for the advice. As the meal was over, he invited his guest to stay a little longer, to enjoy a relaxing bath, and then take a gift before leaving. Another time, said Athena with a smile, she had somewhere to be, and then, to the prince's amazement, she just disappeared. It was as though she had flown into the air, or vanished in a puff of smoke. Now he understood. The guest was not a king, but a god, one who had come to give him courage, happy but weary.

Telemachus left the hall, and while the suitors continued their revelry, he made his way up stairs to his bedroom, which overlooked the courtyard. He was accompanied by a faithful old servant, Euryclair. She had been with the family for years, and was like a second mother to Telemachus. After bringing the torches to his room, Euryclair took his tunic, which she smoothed and folded, and then hung on a hook on the door, ready to be worn the next day. Then she left, quietly closing the door behind her. At last, Telemachus was alone. He snuggled down in his soft woollen blankets, his mind full of thoughts.

He would have to plan his journey to Pylos. He needed supplies, gifts, but before he could think any more, his eyes became heavy, and a sweet sleep overcame him. Early the next morning, Telemachus held a meeting in the square. He had summoned all the suitors and invited the elders of Ithaca, so there was quite a crown. with his bronze sword strapped to his back, and his finest sandals on his feet. Telemachus looked like a god. Athena herself had given him a divine grace and an air of authority, but as the prince spoke, complaining about the suitors and lamenting his situation.

came to his eyes. While some of them impitted him, others jeered. One man, Antinuous, declared that the suitors had done nothing wrong. If anything, it was Penelope who was to blame. She had led the suitors to believe that she would marry one of them once she'd finished weaving a cloth. Each day, Penelope had worked at her loom. But each night, she had secretly unraveled the cloth. She had played this cunning trick for four years, until the suitors caught her in the act. The men would not leave, said Antinous,

until Penelope chose a husband from among them. At last, The still tearful Telemachus announced his decision. He would travel to Pylos and Sparta, seeking news of his father. If Odysseus was dead, Telemachus would build a tomb and arrange the funeral rites. Then, and only then, would Penelope marry. Later that day, Telemachus began his first. preparations for his journey. He was feeling calmer now and ready for whatever lay ahead.

He went down to the storeroom, which was filled with goods, boxes of gold and bronze, chests of clothes, jars of olive oil, and vintage wine. He called Eureclayor, and asked the servant to help him prepare. He would need jugs of wine and bags of barley for the journey. When Euryklaea heard of his plans, she began to weep. Telemachus was still so young, just a boy. If he left home, the suitors might plot against him, and the seas was so dangerous. Telemachus embraced his old nanny, and did his best to reassure her. He would be home before she knew it. In the meantime, she mustn't say a word.

He didn't want his mother to know, as she would only worry, as Telemachus and Euryclae stood there in the storeroom, surrounded by jars and boxes. The servant swore on oath. She promised to keep his secret. Elsewhere, the goddess Athena was also making preparations. First she cleverly disguised herself as Telemachus, and walked through the streets of Ithaca, gathering men for the voyage. When the sun went down, having prepared the ship and ready to.

the crew. Athena made her way to the palace. There, she lulled the drunken suitors into a deep sleep, so they would not wake during the night. Next, the goddess disguised herself as a mortal man once again. This time, she took the form of mentor, an old family friend, in this disguise. Athena went to the hall and summoned Telemachus. The crew was ready for departure, and there was no time to lose. Telemachus followed Athena down to the shore, where the ship and sailors were waiting for him. Once the prince had given his commands, they quickly set sail, leaving the shores of Ithaca,

further and further behind, all the while unbeknownst to the men. Athena guided the wind and smoothed the waves. Odysseus had been unlucky on his travels, but at least she could grant his son safe passage. Meanwhile, Telemachus and his men raised their cups of wine and poured libations, to the immortals. Most of all, to bright-eyed Athena, daughter of Zeus, and all night long, the ship sailed across the wine-dark sea. At dawn, they arrived at Pylos. Still in disguise, Athena led Telemachus to the shore, and told him to go to Nestor's house.

Perhaps the old king had some advice. Telemachus was a little shy, but Athena urged him to be brave. He was a clever boy, and the gods were on his side. It would be all right. At Nestor's house, Telemachus and Athena received a warm welcome. They sat down for a wonderful feast, eating until their bellies were full. Afterwards as they relaxed at the table, Telemachus told Nestor why he had come. To search for news of his father, Odysseus, did he lose his life during the Trojan War?

There was a sadness in the king's eyes as he spoke, recalling all that had happened during the war. The lives that were lost, the fate of poor Agamemnon. But as for Odysseus, one of the best, the cleverest of men, Nestor did not know. He gazed at Telemachus fondly. The young prince looked and talked just like his father. The men sat at the table until sundown. Telemachus shared his troubles, and Nestor counseled him to be strong and brave.

He also advised Telemachus to visit Menelaus in Sparta. Menelaus was a good, honest man who had recently returned from distant lands. Perhaps he would know something of Odysseus. At this point, Athena, who was still in disguise, quietly interjected, now that darkness had fallen, it was best that they returned to their ship, but Nestor wouldn't hear of it. Telemachus at least must stay the night as his guest. It was a privilege to have the son of Odysseus at his home. Very well, said Athena.

Telemachus could stay, but she had things to do, and with that she transformed into a majestic, bird of prey and flew into the air. All the men stared in silent astonishment, until Nestor finally spoke, clasping Telemachus' hand. He said that the young man would surely be a hero, just like his father. It was clear that the gods were on his side. To that evening, Nestor arranged a sacrifice and poured libations in honour of Athena. Then he had a bed prepared for Telemachus, a comfortable camp bed under the portico, and soon enough,

the whole household was fast asleep. The following morning, Telemachus enjoyed a long, luxuriantia. His skin was rubbed with oil, and he dressed in a fine cloak and tunic. Feeling fresh and clear-headed, he made his way to the hall to meet with Nestor. The king told him that everything had been arranged. He would give Telemachus two horses and a carriage to take him all the way to Sparta. and he wouldn't have to travel alone. Nestor's own son would accompany him.

Once they were packed up, the two men set off. Nestor's son took the reins, driving them across vast open plains, through fields of wheat and sleepy, sun-drenched towns. after spending a night at the palace of King Diocles, they continued their journey, and towards the end of the second day, as darkness cloaked to the land, they arrived in Sparta, a place of wild beauty. Sparta was the home of King Menelaus, like Nestor, he had fought in the Trojan War, and he had known Odysseus well. When Telemachus and Nestle's son entered the palace hall,

they found a lively scene. The family were in the middle of a wedding feast, celebrating the marriages of Menelaus' children. A bard strummed a liar, while acrobats swirled around the room. when Menelaus discovered that two more guests had arrived, he invited them in immediately, and after a refreshing bath and a change of clothes, Telemachus and Nestor's son joined the banquet. Eat, said Menelaus. There would be time for talking later. After the long day of travel, Telemachus, had quite an appetite. But even so, he ate slowly, looking around in wonder. The hall was magnificent,

a shining room of gold, silver, and ivory. Zeus's palace on Mount Olympus must look something like this. When at last they had finished eating, Menelaus Pius shared his story. He told Telemachus about his travels after the Trojan War. How he'd traversed distant lands like Egypt and Ethiopia, he had suffered losses too. But the man he missed most of all was Odysseus, his companion in battle. With a sigh, Melaleus said that Odysseus' family must be missing him too, his poor wife and son. Telemachus was just a child when Odysseus left for Troy.

When Telemachus heard these words, tears came to his eyes. But even as he tried to hide them, burying his face in his cloak, Menelaus had already understood. Just then they were joined at the table by Helen. She was the wife of Menelaus and as beautiful as a goddess. As Helen made herself comfortable at the table, resting her feet on a store, she was She asked Menelaus about the guests. One of the young men looked just like Odysseus. Menelaus nodded.

He too had noticed the resemblance. At this point, Nestor's son joined her conversation. The man beside him was indeed Telemachus, son of Odysseus. He was a shy young man who had come to Manilaeus in search of guidance. And if the gods werelded news of his father's fate, as the men spoke of Odysseus and other absent loved ones, they were overcome with melancholy. It was a shame, thought Helen, to see the men so downcast. During her travels, she had acquired a magic plant that took away all pain and sadness.

So now, in secret, she mixed it with the wine. As the men drank, their tears dried, and their spirits were soothed. They continued to talk, until Telemachus could no longer keep his eyes over. Two soft beds were prepared beneath the portico, and there, under fleecy blankets, Telemachus and his friend fell into a deep, dreamless sleep. The next day, Telemachus and Manilaeus spoke again. Telemachus recounted his troubles with the suitors, and his search for his father. and Menelaus shared his own experiences.

He had a story to tell, one that would answer to Lemicus' question. On their way home from Troy, Menelaus and his men, men had become stranded on an island. It was a hopeless situation. For 20 days, there were no winds. and their supplies had nearly run out. But one day, while pacing alone on the shore, Menelaus encountered a goddess. This goddess took pity on him and gave him some words of advice. A sea god named Pruteus lived in these parts. He was a wise old god, and he would surely know how to help Manioui's.

Menelaus. The problem was Proteus was a slippery fellow. Menelaus would have to catch him first. To begin with, said the goddess, Menelaus and his men should disguise themselves in seal skins. That way, they could hide among Proteus's seals, whom he counted every day, just like a flock of sheep. Then, when Proteus fell asleep, Menelaus could seize him. The god would try to escape, changing into a hundred different forms, from animal to fire to water. But Menelaus must hold firm, and at last, when Proteus was worn down, he would change back to his true form. Menelaus could then question him and get all the information he needed.

So this was exactly what Menelaus did next. He and his men hid among the seals and waited until Proteus was fast asleep. Then they grabbed hold of him, just as the goddess had warned, Proteus was full of tricks. He changed into a lion, a snake, a stream of water, and then a tree, but Menelaus and his men held on. Eventually, Proteus grew weary and changed back to his original form, a grumpy sea god, and with a huff, he was a huff. He was a He agreed to answer Menelaus' questions, anything to get rid of the man, so he could go back to sleep. First, Menelaus wanted to know how to escape from the island.

To his dismay, Proteus told him that he must first return to Egypt and make a sacrifice to the gods. Then, would he be able to return home? Next, Menelaus asked what had happened to his companions in battle. What about Ajax, Agamemnon and Odysseus? Were they still alive? Proteus told Manilaeus everything he knew. Ajax and Agamemnon had met tragic fates. For Odysseus, he was alive, but trapped on an island. He was the captive of the goddess

Calypso. Without a boat, Odysseus had no way of escaping. After his meeting with the sea god, Menelaus had eventually found his way home. At last, he had been reunited with his family, and he hoped that Odysseus would one day be just as fortunate. Telemachus felt somewhat comforted by what he had heard. Though far from home, at least his father was alive, there was still hope. As they continued chatting, Menelaus invited Telemachus to extend his stay at the palace. Another eleven days at least. Then Menelaus would send him home with gifts, horses, a shining chariot, and a special cup.

Whenever Telemachus used it to make offerings to the gods, he would think of Menelaus and the time they had spent together. Telemachus was touched and thanked the king warmly, but he couldn't accept such gifts. The island where he lived, Ithaca, had no meadows. It was a land for goats, not horses, and as much as he appreciated the offer, he couldn't stay at the palace. He had to return to Pilots. He had to return to Pilots. us, where his crew was waiting for him. Smiling, Menelaus said that he understood, Telemachus was free to leave whenever he wished. And he would have a different parting gift,

a precious silver bowl crafted by the God Hepheistus himself. But before Telemachus left, They still had time for one more feast. Meanwhile, back on Ithaca, the suitors were becoming restless. Telemachus had been gone for quite a while now, and he'd taken many men with him. What was the prince doing? Perhaps he was gathering an army. If so, the suitors couldn't take the wrist. instead of waiting for Telemachus to return to Ithaca, they would meet him half-way

and ambush him. While the suitors plotted, Penelope was listening. She was deeply concerned by what she heard, that her son had gone all the way to Sparta, and that the suitors planned to ambush him on his return. In tears, she went to her room, where she was comforted by the women. Among them was Euryclae, the loyal old woman who had helped Telemachus to prepare for his journey. Euraclayer tried to reassure Penelope. The gods would keep Telemachus safe, and Penelope mustn't weep.

It would only spoil her lovely complexion. So Penelope dried her tears and followed the old woman's advice. After a warm bath, she scattered grains of barley on a tray and prayed to Athena. May the goddess protect her son from harm. As Penelope settled into bed, her mind was stuble. still racing, but her eyes were heavy, and her body felt loose and relaxed. In a matter of moments, she was asleep. The goddess Athena had heard Penelope's prayer, and she wanted to comfort her.

So she created a spirit in the form of a woman, and sent it to the queen's bedroom. When Penelope opened her eyes, she thought she was still dreaming. In her darkened room, she saw a figure of a woman. Someone she thought she recognized. Then the spirit spoke in a quiet, soothing voice. She told Penelope that she mustn't worry. Telemachus was coming home. With Athena as his guide, no harm would come to him.

Penelope gazed in wonder at the spirit. Perhaps she had been sent by the gods, or was herself a god? And if she knew about Telemachus, perhaps she knew about Odysseus too. but when Penelope asked, the spirit said that she could not say whether Odysseus was alive or dead. His fate was like the wind, an intangible thing. Before Penelope could reply again, the spirit had vanished into the night air.

It was only then that she awoke and understood, that she had been dreaming, her heart felt lighter, now that she knew her son was safe. As for Odysseus, she would always live in hope. Penelope drifted into sleep once more, and all was quiet on Ithaca. Hermes flew above the water, first high, then low, skimming the surface with his heels, before soaring up into the air again. On his feet, he wore his winged sandals, and in his hand he carried his magic wand. Both were made of the brightest gold. To a sailor below, the god would have looked like some exotic golden bird flashing through the sky. But down below, there was no one.

Nothing but endless sea. Hermes was the messenger god. He was on his way to deliver a message now, on Zeus's orders. As he glided through the air, he kept an eye out for any signs of land. A glimpse of Calypso's island. For a while, Hermes was surrounded by the blue emptiness of the sky and sea. This far from land, there weren't even any birds, but at last he caught sight of goals in the distance, and then a shadowy shape on the horizon, rising out of the water

like a mirage. There it was, Calypso's Island. Now that his journey was nearly over, Hermes couldn't resist a quick dip in the ocean. He swooped joyfully downwards, plunging into the cool waves, before soaring up again. Drops of water clung to his hair and clothes, as he flew swiftly on. towards the island. At the green heart of the island lived the goddess Calypso. This was where Hermes found her, working at her loom inside her cavern, singing a lovely song. Nearby, a fire blazed, warming the clothes that had been hung out to dry. While Hermes was used to the grander abodes of Mount Olympus. Even he had to admit the cavern was a charming place. All around was a verdant forest of cypress and poplar trees, vines of succulent grapes hung by the cave entrance,

and there was a heady scent of citrus in the air. Near the cavern, the air itself seemed alive with wings, birds flew back and forth, from their nests in the forest, to the sea, and then back again. All the sounds mingled together. The flutter of wings, the birdsong, the low murmur of a nearby stream, and of course the voice of the goddess herself, singing. as she worked, Hermes stepped inside the cavern. Although they had never met before, Calypso knew who he was at once. The gods always recognized each other. Calypso welcomed Hermes

warmly and invited him to sit and rest. He must be weary after such a long journey. So, Hermes sat at a table by the fire, where he was served a meal of ambrosia and nectar. Once he'd eaten to his heart's content, he informed Calypso of why he had come. Of course, Hermes was not here on a whim. Few would choose to travel across such a vast expanse of sea, far from any human habitation. Out here, no one made sacrifices to the gods, and yet here he was. Hermes had made his way swiftly to Calypso's island on the orders of Zeus, the king of the gods.

According to Zeus, there was a man living on this island, a warrior who had fought at Troy. After a storm, he had ended up shipwrecked on Calypso's island, where he'd remained ever since. Now, said Hamys, it was time for Calypso to release this man and let him return to his family. Seuss's orders were clear. Odysseus must be free to leave. Hearing this, Calypso was quite put out, how typical it was of the male gods to be so cruel and jealous. Whenever a goddess took a lover, they couldn't help but interfere. Calypso reminded Hermes that she had saved Odysseus from the shipwreck.

She had loved and cared for him all these years. Her plan was to make him immortal, so they could live together forever, but if Zeus willed otherwise, so be it. With a heavy sigh, Calypso told Hermes that she would let Odysseus leave. She couldn't provide a ship or an escort for his journey across the sea, but she would share what she could, She loved Odysseus, and she wanted him to reach home safely. Before leaving, Hermes gave Calypso one final word of warning. When following Zeus's orders, it was best not to delay. Then, after draining his cup of nectar, the messenger god left the cavern

and took to the skies once more. Calypso slowly made her way to the shore. She knew that this was where she would find Odysseus. He spent most of his time here, deep in thought as he gazed across the sea. As Calypso emerged from the trees, she caught sight of him. Odysseus sat on the rock. the wind blowing through his dark hair and beard as he watched the waves. When she came closer, she saw that his eyes were red, as though he'd been weeping,

although he tried to hide it from her. Calypso knew that he often wept, thinking of his native land, and the family he missed so much. At night in the cavern, Odysseus seemed to belong to her. But seeing him now, Calypso finally accepted that it was time to let him go. As she stood beside Odysseus, the goddess spoke. She could see that he was in one of his melancholy moods. she had good news for him. She was going to help him leave the island. Once Odysseus had built a raft,

Calypso would provide water, food, wine and clothes for the journey. She would even summon a wind to blow him in the right direction. Though of course, said Calypso with a sigh. All of this wasn't exactly her decision. The gods up above were powerful. They always got their way. Odysseus listened in astonishment. After so many years on the island, he never thought he'd hear these words. The prospect of leaving at last should have lifted his spirits. And yet, he didn't. didn't entirely trust Calypso. Did she really expect him to travel across the Gulf on a little raft? This part of the ocean was treacherous, even for the most solidly built ships, guided along by Zeus's winds. Odysseus couldn't help but wonder if Calypso was plotting to harm him,

suggesting such a thing, but Calypso smiled and stroked Odysseus's hand. She swore by heaven and earth, and by the waters of the river sticks, that she meant no harm. Calypso had planned everything carefully, as if she herself were the one making the journey, Although she had never managed to fully earn his trust, she cared deeply for Odysseus. Together, they left the beach and made their way through the trees to Calypso's cavern. The chair where Hermes had previously sat was now occupied by Odysseus. As a mortal, he dined on human food, while Calypso's. Capso enjoyed nectar and ambrosia, the food of the gods.

Once they were full, they continued talking. The prospect of Odysseus's departure had finally sunk in, and Calypso was feeling a little sorry for herself. If only Odysseus could stay, and he would stay, if only he knew what troubles awaited him. On his journey home, and, said Calypso, even though Odysseus missed his wife, he had to admit that she was far more beautiful. Mortal women could never compare to a goddess. Odysseus knew that he had to be tactful. He told Calypso that she was right. Penelope's beauty could not rival that of a goddess, immortal and ageless. But beauty wasn't everything, and Odysseus still longed to return home,

even if he was shipwrecked once again, even if he was struck down by the gods. He was willing to risk it all for a chance of seeing Penelope and his beloved homeland. Besides, he had already suffered so much, at war and at sea. Whatever came next, he would endure it. As night fell, the island became even more spellbinding. The warm air was filled with birdsong, and the musical chirps of bats and insects. Night-blooming plants released their intoxicating perfumes. and the stars above were so bright, so clear, that he might almost reach out and pluck them from the sky. Sometimes when he saw a shining star, he would imagine that it was Penelope. Far away, yet still in sight, as Odysseus stood by the cavern entrance, looking up at the starry sky,

He wondered if this would truly be one of his last nights on the island. If Calypso would really let him go, just the idea that he might leave stirred something within him. A fondness and affection for Calypso that had grown over time. That night, Odysseus and the goddess slept in a close embrace. race, dreaming, until dawn awoke them. Once they were dressed, Odysseus in his cloak and tunic, and Calypso in a shining robe and fail. They began to make preparations for the journey.

Calypso gave Odysseus the first of several gifts, a bronze axe with an olive wood handle, another tool for cutting and shaping wood. Then she took him to the far end of the island, where the tallest trees grew, furs that seemed to brush against the clouds. All day, Odysseus cut down trees with his axe, before carving the wood into shape and polishing until it gleamed. Elipso brought him everything he needed. Extra tools and a large piece of fabric to be used as a sail. Over the next few days, the raft slowly took shape. It was carefully constructed, the planks interwoven with strands of willow to keep the water

out as an experienced sailor. Odysseus knew what needed to be done. He didn't want to leave until the raft was completely ready. And so, it wasn't until the fifth day that he finally prepared to set sail. Once Odysseus had washed and dressed in fragrant clothes, Calypso helped him to load the supplies onto the raft, large flasks of wine and water, and plenty of food. It was a bright, breezy morning as Odysseus and Calypso stood on the shore, looking out across the water. They agreed that at last the time had come. Calypso would give him one last gift.

She promised to send favourable breezes his way for as long as she could, but once Odysseus was far out on the open ocean, he was on his own. He would have to rely on his wits and the benevolence of the gods. After a warm embrace of farewell, Odysseus climbed onto the raft and happily spread the sail. The raft moved quickly, then quicker still, as the sails picked up a gust of wind. Calypso's parting gift. Over the days and nights, Odysseus skilfully steered his raft across the ocean. With the winds in his favour, the journey was easier than he expected, and the water, surprising.

and the water, surprisingly calm. Odysseus slept for just a few hours at a time, as he rarely felt tired. He preferred to spend the nights awake, gazing up at the stars. He could see the Pleiades, Boatis, or the herdsman, and the bear, unlike the other constellations, sometimes seemed to disappear into the ocean. The stars of the bear were always visible. Calypso had told Odysseus to pay close attention, making sure the constellation remained on his left as he sailed onwards.

Some nights he felt deep gratitude for the goddess, as he reflected on their time together, everything she had given him. On other nights, he thought of his family, and far away Ithaca, and sometimes after long hours watching the sky. His mind emptied completely, lulled by the waves. Odysseus finally drifted into sleep. After many days at sea, land. appeared in the distance, surrounded by a hazy morning mist. It looked unreal, like something from a dream, but as Odysseus sailed closer, the land became clearer. It was a mountainous island that rose up from the waves, in the shape of a shield. Although Odysseus didn't yet know where he was, Just the sight of land was enough to make him smile, and the winds were still on his side,

pushing him closer and closer. From here, he might even be able to swim. But Odysseus wasn't the only traveller in this part of the world. Little did he know that flying high above was the chariot of the sea god, Poseidon. When Poseidon looked down and spotted the raft, he was furious. He had long held a grudge against Odysseus, and he thought that the other gods supported him, and yet it seemed that while Poseidon had been away, something had changed. Clearly, Finally, another god had helped Odysseus to leave Calypso's island. Now he was fast approaching the land of the Fyatians, where he would surely receive further help. It was bad enough that Odysseus had got this far, thought Poseidon.

He must be stopped. The sea god flew higher up to gather the clouds. Then, with his trident, he stirred the sea and air, summoning up great waves and gusts of wind. At once the sky went dark. For miles around, the sea was covered in a rolling fog, as the waves rose higher and higher. Odysseus began to despair. A sudden storm like this had to be the work of a god. Perhaps Zeus himself was stirring the clouds, and whipping up the water, the wind seemed to be blowing in every direction all at once, and the waves were rising like mountains.

Then, before Odysseus knew what was happening, a huge wall of water surged towards him, knocking him off the raft, while a gust of wind snapped the mast in two. The sail was sucked into the water and quickly spiraled away. But even in the darkest moments, Odysseus did not give up. He used all his strength to climb back onto the raft, and then to his amazement. He realized that he was not alone. A figure was rising out of the water in front of him, like a sea bird surging upwards. It was the goddess Eno, a nymph who lived in the ocean. She had once been human, but seeing her now, it seemed to Odysseus that she must have been born out of the water itself.

Her hair was like tangles of seaweed, and her eyes were glistening pearls. In a fluid motion, Eno climbed onto the raft and sat beside Odysseus. Poor thing, she said. What had he done to anger Poseidon? The sea-god seemed to have it out for him, but Eno could see that Odysseus was a clever man. With her help, he would survive this storm. Eno told Odysseus to take off his clothes and abandon the raft.

She would give him her very own. scarf to tie around his body, this garment would give Odysseus divine protection. No matter how high the waves or how wild the wind, no harm would come to him, but she wanted the scarf back, of course. Once Odysseus had reached the safety of dry land, he should throw it back into the sea. After placing the silky scarf in Odysseus' hands, Eno plunged into the waves, as the wind continued to howl, and the raft rocked from side to side. Odysseus knew he had no time to waste, and yet, for a moment, he hesitated. Was this another one of the gods' tricks? He was reluctant to leave the raft and to swim through stormy waters with nothing but a scarf for protection.

In the fog, the land seemed so far away. Odysseus decided that as long as the raft endured, as long as the planks held together, he would hold on if the raft was destroyed in the raft. the storm. Then and only then would he swim. Just then, Poseidon summoned up another mighty wave. It crashed over the raft, which splintered into pieces, as Odysseus clung on to one of the planks. He realized he no longer had a choice, just as Eno had instructed him. He had to his. He had to took off his clothes, tied the scarf around his body, and dove into the waves. High above, Poseidon watched from his chariot, muttering to himself, despite his best efforts.

It seemed that Odysseus was going to survive after all. Still, this certainly wouldn't be the last challenge he faced. Odysseus had a long way to go before he reached home. Knowing this gave Poseidon a slight satisfaction. He spared his horses, and the chariot raced on through the stormy sky. Meanwhile, another one of the immortals was watching the scene on fall. Athena, daughter of Zeus, saw Odysseus struggling in the ocean, and came up with a plan. She sent the winds to sleep, all except Boreas, god of the north wind, who helped to blow Odysseus

towards land. At the same time, Athena calmed the waves. And the story, and the stone was the stormed the The storm was over, at last, dazed and exhausted. Odysseus drifted all night, held afloat by Eno's scarf, and when at last dawn arrived, he saw how close he was. Land was right there in front of him, in the pink morning light. The cliff-tops seemed to glow. The wind had now died down completely, so Odysseus had to swim. The sight of land gave him a surge of energy, and he swam quickly through the calm water.

But as he approached the island, he realised that his ordeal was not yet over. There were no open shores. welcoming harbors, just jagged rocks and cliffs towering high into the air. He couldn't see a way to swim safely to shore, but the waves were starting to pick up again, and he had no choice but to swim onwards. In search of a beach, Odysseus swam all morning. At last, he reached the mouth of a river. The water was gentle here, and this side of the island was sheltered from the winds, as Odysseus drifted towards the river's mouth.

He silently prayed to the river god, please, he said in his heart. Calm the current so I can reach safety. The river god heard Odysseus' prayer, and took pity on him, the water became calm, so Odysseus could swim into the river. And then, with what felt like his last remaining strength, Odysseus pulled himself up onto dry land. For a moment, he could barely move. He simply lay on his back, utterly exhausted, but as his senses slowly returned to him,

he moved his fingers, relishing the feel of earth and grass. What a relief to be on land at last. When he felt strong enough to get up, Odysseus untied the sodden scarf from around his body. With a quiet prayer of thanks, he let the scarf fall into the river, so it could be swept out to see. Then Odysseus looked around, searching for a sign of civilization, but all he could see was dense woodland, moving towards the trees. he noticed some thick bushes that had grown together. Forming a shelter of sorts, Odysseus crawled into the bushes and made himself a bed of leaves. Here he would be sheltered from the rain and sun, and he could rest until he regained his strength,

As the temperature rose, the cicadas began their whirring song, Odysseus side, shifting in the leaves, and finally began to relax. He could fill himself, gradually slipping away. The goddess Athena, watching over Odysseus, knew just how tired he was. and how much he deserved a good rest with her heavenly powers. She guided him into a deep and restful sleep. Odysseus awoke to the sound of voices. As he opened his eyes, it took him a moment to get his bearings. But then, it slowly started to be.

to come back to him. The sea voyage, the storm, and his arrival on the island, utterly exhausted. He had gone into the trees and found shelter under some bushes. Then he fell into a deep, deep sleep, And now he was awake, and he could hear loud, high-pitched voices beyond the trees. Who were they? Nymphs, perhaps, the divine beings who often roamed to the mountains, streams and meadows. The voices seemed to be female, whether they were divine or mortal. was only one way to find out. Odysseus got to his feet and tore off a branch covered in leaves, so he could protect his modesty. Having lost his clothes at sea, this would have to do. He then made

his way towards the sound of the voices, and found himself on the sunlit bank of the river. A group of young women were running across the grass, shouting and laughing as they tossed a ball around. But then they spotted Odysseus. He was quite a sight. A wild-looking man, naked but for a branch, and still covered in the salty brine of the sea. The women ran in the opposite direction. All except one. The goddess Athena gave one young woman the courage to stand still and look Odysseus in the eye. As they stared at one another, Odysseus wondered what he should do, should he grovel at her feet and beg for help, or should he keep his distance and speak carefully?

he didn't want to scare the girl. So, staying where he was, Odysseus began to speak, relying on his usual tool of flattery. The girl was so tall and beautiful, said Odysseus, that she reminded him of the goddess Artemis. Or perhaps a tree he once saw on him. his travels, a lush young palm that grew by Apollo's altar. He was quite in awe.

And yet he had no choice but to approach her and beg her to take pity on him. Odysseus explained that for many days he had been adrift at sea, tossed about in the storm but the day before he had washed up here in a land where he knew no one. Would this gracious young woman help him? Would she give him some rags and take him to the town? Although he didn't know it yet, Odysseus was in luck. The young woman was Norseca, a princess on the island,

And that very morning, the goddess Athena had given her the idea to come down to the river to do some laundry. That way, she was sure to encounter Odysseus. Athena was always looking out for her favourite mortal and trying to help him when she could. But in this moment, Norseca knew nothing of Odysseus. She didn't even know his name. All she knew was that this poor man needed her help. Stranger, said Norseca, The gods are the ones who decide what happens to us, good or bad.

Perhaps your troubles are Zeus's will. But now that you are here in our land, of course we will help you. We are the Fyatians, and I am Norsica, the daughter of King Alcinous. Norsica then called to the other girls, who were watching from a distance. This man was no enemy, she said. But a stranger sent by Zerner. Zeus, who must be treated with kindness. The servant girls provided Odysseus with a fresh tunic and cloak, along with a flask of olive oil, before leaving him to wash in the river in privacy.

It was quite a relief to rinse the salt from his hair and scrub the brine off his skin. Then, once Odysseus was clean and dressed, his skin soft with oil. The girls brought him food and drink. He felt almost reborn. Meanwhile, Norseca had come up with a plan. She would lead the way in her wagon, while Odysseus followed behind with the donkeys and the servant girls. It was best for them to keep a bit of a distance. After all, she was a young, unwed woman. What would people say if they saw her with a strange man? And a foreigner at that,

this island was remote, and the phyacians were not used to visitors. So, rather than set tongues wagging. Odysseus and Norseca should travel to town separately. Norseca would go on ahead, while Odysseus waited in a nearby Poplar grove, not far from the town. After an hour or so, said Norseca. Odysseus should ask for directions to the palace of King Alcinous. Everyone here knew where it was. Even a child could guide him. Once Odysseus had arrived at the palace, he should make his way to the Great Hall. There he would find Norseca's parents, the king and queen. Norseca's advice was for Odysseus to talk to her mother, to approach the queen directly and ask for help. If the queen took her liking to him, she would surely help Odysseus to return home.

After giving these instructions, Norseca set off in her wagon. The donkeys trotted at a leisurely pace so Odysseus could keep up as he followed on foot. At sunset they reached the Poplar Grove. A peaceful place with a fountain, which was known as a sanctuary to the goddess Athena, while Norseca and the servants continued on towards the palace. Odysseus stayed behind, as the sky darkened. He sat on the soft grass and prayed to Athena. He hoped that the king and queen would take pity on him. and give him a warm welcome at the palace.

After his prayer, Odysseus lay down and rested for a while, soothed by the sounds of the trickling fountain. When he judged that enough time had passed, Odysseus left the grove and walked slowly towards the town. Athena cloaked him in a silvery mist, so he would go unnoticed among the townspeople. There were no stairs, no inquisitive remarks. Odysseus was invisible. Only one girl saw him, unbeknownst to Odysseus.

It was Athena herself, who had taken the form of a young girl. She carried a picture of water and stopped right in front of him. Odysseus explained that he was a visitor and he didn't know the town. Perhaps the girl could show him the way to the palace of King Alcinous. Smiling, the girl said that she would take him there. It wasn't far. But they must walk in silence to avoid attracting attention. In a whisper, she added that the fiatians were seafarers.

They often travelled in ships that moved as fast as wings, but they were wary of visitors from abroad. Odysseus followed the girl in silence, still he had. hidden by the magical mist. As he walked through the town, he looked around in awe, amazed by the grand ships and harbors, and the wars. He had never seen such wars. It wasn't long before they reached the palace. The girl turned to Odysseus and told him that this was the home. of King Alcinous and his wife, Ariti. She then gave him the same piece of advice as Norseca. Let Odysseus should approach the queen first and ask for her help.

She was a kind, clever woman, and she helped those she liked, if Odysseus wanted to see his homeland again and be reunited with her. his loved ones. He must talk to her. The girl then added that Odysseus should enter the palace without fear. The brave was sure to succeed. After giving this advice, the child turned and walked away. Once she was out of eyesight, she shifted back into her divine form. It was time for Athena to cross the sea. She had business to attend to in Athens. Meanwhile, Odysseus stood by the palace threshold, looking around in wonder.

Everything was made from bronze or gold and shone like the sun. The doors were guarded by silver dogs, sculpted by the gold. sculpted by the god Hephaeustus. Unlike mortal dogs, they would protect the palace for all time. As Odysseus entered the great hall, still shrouded in mist. He gazed at the scene before him. Men and women feasted together at long tables, and the hall was lit by blazing torches. Each torch was held by a lifelike statue made of gold.

For a moment, Odysseus hesitated, after all he'd gone through in the past years. He felt out of place here in such opulent surroundings. Just days ago he had been adrift at sea. And now, he was standing in this grand hall, where the fiatian elite dined on the finest food, and poured offerings to the gods. But now he was here, he must do as the girls had told him, approaching the table at the end of the hall. Odysseus knelt down in front of the queen.

The silver mist disappeared. and a hush descended on the hall as everyone stared in astonishment. Who was this man? But Odysseus did not introduce himself. In few words, he explained that he had come to ask for help. All he wanted was to return home. He missed his family and hoped the phyatians would help him. The king and queen were so taken aback that at first they did not speak.

Odysseus remained kneeling on the floor until another man spoke. He urged the king to give Odysseus a chair and to offer him food and wine. It was the right thing to do. Alcinous agreed. inviting Odysseus to sit in the chair beside him, and within moments the servants had brought everything that was needed. A silver bowl and a pitcher of water so the guest could wash his hands. A plate piled high with food and a cup of sweet wine. Odysseus was delighted.

Though he had eaten earlier at the riverside, his long journey had left him ravenous, as he ate and drank with pleasure. King Alcinous spoke, the phyatians would help their guest, whoever he was. Odysseus was welcome to stay in the palace, while preparations were made. for his departure. But perhaps Alcinous looked thoughtful. Could it be that their guest was a god in disguise? Odysseus assured his host that he was a mortal man. He'd come here to eat and drink, to replenish his strength, and then, with some help, to return home. All he wanted was to live out the rest of his days in peace. Once the feast was over, the others left to the hall, leaving Odysseus alone with the king

and queen. As the servants cleaned up the dishes, the queen looked at Odysseus thoughtfully. He wore such elegant clothes, and she couldn't help but notice. his shirt. It looked like one she had woven herself, full of curiosity. The queen asked Odysseus who he was, and who had given him those fine clothes. They were fine indeed, for a man who said he'd spent days adrift at sea. Odysseus didn't want to reveal his identity. but neither did he want to be dishonest. He knew he had to earn the Queen's trust. So, he decided to share a version of the truth. He told the story of his time on Calypso's island

and the journey that followed. He described the storm, his swim for survival, and his arrival on the island of the phyatians. Then, choosing his words carefully, Odysseus explained how he had met Norseca, the king and queen's daughter. She had been so kind, giving him food and drink, and the very clothing he was wearing now.

Hearing this story, Alcinous smiled. He was pleased to hear Norseca had treated Odysseus with such kindness. But why did she not bring him to the palace herself, wanting to be tactful? Odysseus said that it was he himself who had insisted on coming separately. He wasn't sure what the king was. would think, seeing his daughter with a stranger. But fortunately, it seemed that both king and queen were quite happy with their guest. In fact, said Alcinous, if Odysseus

didn't have a family of his own to get back to, they would invite him to stay longer. He might even become their son-in-law one day, but Odysseus had been quite clear about his intentions. The king agreed that in the following days, they would prepare a ship to take him home. But for now, it was time to rest. The servants swiftly prepared a comfortable bed on the port. It was covered with luxurious purple blankets and soft woolen quilts, remembering the last place he'd slept out in the woods. Odysseus was deeply grateful as he settled down, listening to the comforting echoes of

the portico. He let out a sigh of contentment, and in no time at all, He was fast asleep. Over the next few days, preparations were made for Odysseus' journey. Athena disguised herself as a royal messenger and went about town until she'd gathered to enough men for the crew. But the king didn't want to send off his guest just yet. There must be feasts, sacrifices to the crew.

to the gods and a contest or two. The Fyatians were proud athletes. They wanted to show their visitor just how strong and skilled they were. So the men were quick to organize races and wrestling matches. Odysseus also took part now that his strength had returned. He knew how to throw a discus. And as for archery, he was up there with the best. After the games, more festivities followed. A sacred dance and a performance by the bard Demodocus. As he strummed his liar, Demodocus sang stories of the gods. Their rivalries. and love affairs, Odysseus was thoroughly entertained. And as if all this wasn't enough, there were gifts too. In a gesture of hospitality and friendship, the king had decided

that every fiation lord should present Odysseus with a gift. He received pounds of gold, fine clothing, and a sword that dazzled with its silver handle and ivory scabbard. The king and queen also had gifts of their own to give. A magnificent golden cup and a beautifully carved chest. Inside, carefully folded, were a new cloak and tunic. after this display of generosity, Odysseus was invited to take a bath. A huge bronze cauldron was heated up on the fire and used to fill the tub, delighted by the steaming water. Odysseus enjoyed a long, leisurely bath, and then, once his skin was oiled and he was dressed in his fire,

nine new clothes. It was time to make his way to the Great Hall for yet another feast. As Odysseus entered the room, he caught sight of a familiar face. Standing beside a pillar was Norseca, as beautiful as a goddess. The princess smiled when she saw Odysseus. always remember, she said, that I was the first to help you. When you finally get back home, think of me. Of course, said Odysseus.

If he were lucky enough to return to his native land, he would pray to Norseca, just as he would to a goddess. She had saved his life. Odysseus then went to take a seat beside the king. Already, the table was laden with the most wonderful food and wine. As Odysseus sat there, glancing around the room, he noticed the bard, Demodocus. Odysseus took a slice of the best cut of meat

and asked one of the serving boys to bring it to Demodocus. He wanted to pay his respects to the poet later in the evening when the feast was coming to an end. Odysseus spoke directly to Demodocus. He praised him for his skill as a poet and storyteller when the bard sang songs of the Trojan War. It was as if he had been there himself. So Odysseus had a request.

The story of the wooden horse. The hall fell silent as Demodocus began to sing. He sang of Odysseus, how the Greek hero had hidden a group of soldiers inside a huge wooden horse in order to trick the Trojans, just as he'd planned. The wooden horse was dragged right into the heart of Troy. The Trojans, of course, had no idea what was inside. They doomed themselves, bringing their enemies into their own citadel. That night, the ambush began.

The Greek soldiers, led by Odysseus, slipped out of the belly of the horse and launched their attack. The bard described it all in vivid detail. The plotting, the fighting, and the triumph of the Greeks. With the help of the goddess Athena, they won the battle. As Odysseus listened to the song, the memories came flooding back. He couldn't help but weep. No one but the King, who was sitting right beside him, noticed Odysseus's tears. Alcinous raised his hands and asked the bard to stop singing. It was a beautiful song, but their guest had been moved too deeply. They should end the evening in lighter spirits, so Odysseus could enjoy his last night

with the phyatians. This was his send-off after all. And yet, the king could no longer restrain his curiosity. They still didn't know their guest's name, or where he came from. They knew little of his travels. And why had he been so moved by the song? Had he known someone at Troy? Alcinous had so many questions. The others in the hall were curious too, looking at Odysseus expectantly for a moment. The room was silent. The bard had put down his liar, and the phyatians were all waiting for an answer. Odysseus took a deep breath, before introducing himself at last.

I am Odysseus, he said. And then it was clear to everyone that their guest had quite a story to tell. Everyone in the hall, the king included, was looking at Odysseus expectantly. Now that they knew who he was, they were eager to hear his story. Odysseus took a sip of water. And then, choosing his words carefully, he began. First, he told them a little about his life before the Trojan War. He was the son of Laertes, and he came from an island named Ithaca, a rough, rugged land.

But to Odysseus, it was the most beautiful place in the world. For ten years he fought in the Trojan War. Of course, everyone knew all about that. So where to begin? Perhaps with the women who had held him captive, the goddess Calypso, and then Circe, the enchantress. Or maybe he should start with the story of the sirens,

or his visit to tell him. the land of the dead, so much had happened. But in the end, Odysseus decided to tell his story in order. He would start at the beginning with his departure from Troy. After the Greek victory at Troy, Odysseus' bad luck began almost immediately. He and his men sailed to the island of Saconis and attempted to raid the town. But with the help of their neighbors, the Sikonis fought back, and the Greeks were quickly overpowered. Odysseus and the other survivors sailed away, relieved to have escaped, but grieving the lives that had been lost. However, this was just the start of their troubles.

Zeus, the cloud-gatherer, summoned up a terrible storm. The Greek ships were rocked by violent winds, and it seemed as though the entire sea was cloaked in fog, so the men took shelter by the shore, waiting until the winds had calmed. After three days, the ship's sails were unfilled once more. Odysseus and his men sailed onwards, traveling swiftly across calm blue waters. For a moment, home seemed to be almost within reach.

But then, out of nowhere, a blast of wind blew the ship off course. Over the following days, they were swept across the sea at the mercy of the winds, until, at last, they landed on a remote island. Odysseus ordered his men to search for food and water, and to look for any signs of life. But when the scouts didn't return, Odysseus went to look for them himself. He found the man in a forest clearing, resting on the ground. They were in a strange drowsy state, not quite asleep nor awake. When Odysseus managed to rouse the men, they told him what they had discovered.

The island was inhabited by the lotus eaters. These people were kind and welcoming, and had shared some of their delicious fruit with Odysseus' men. It was the most wonderful thing they had ever tasted. And now, the men had no desire to return home. They were quite content to stay here, eating sweet lotus fruit for the rest of their lives. So Odysseus had no choice but to drag the men back to the ships against their will. On his orders, they all left the island immediately, before the others could succumb to the

temptations of the lotus fruit. But as they sailed away, the men's hearts were heavy. Those who had eaten the lotus would never forget it, while the others longed for a taste of the fruit in all those years at Troy whilst at war. Pleasures had been few and far between after leaving the land of the lotus eaters. Odysseus and his men sailed on until they reached a pair of small islands. It was night when the ships approached. A dark, moonless night.

Both islands were shrouded in fog, and there was no way to tell whether or not they were inhabited. But one of the islands was easy to access, as it had a natural harbour, seeing that it was safe to drop anchor there. Odysseus ordered his men to sail towards the ship. shore, they would spend the night there and explore the next morning. Once the ships were in the harbour, bobbing gently on the calm water, the men settled down in their beds. It wasn't long before they drifted off. Some still dreaming of the lotus. When dawn arrived,

pink and radiant, Odysseus and his men got dressed and disembarked as they began to explore the island. They were amazed by what they saw. A place of great beauty that could easily be transformed into a thriving colony. It had everything. Easy access to the sea and natural. resources in abundance. And yet, the island seemed to be completely uninhabited, wandering the meadows by the shore. The only living creatures they glimpsed were goats. And when they ventured up into the hills, again all they saw were goats and more goats. Odysseus and his men were hungry, but they ate well that day, enjoying a dinner of goat meat

and red wine. They still had plenty to drink, as they had stocked up in the town of the Suconies. Food, however, was harder to come by, and they were grateful for the meal. The hunting had been easy. So easy that it seemed the gods were on their side, as the men sat on the beach, eating and drinking to their heart's content. They looked across to the other island. It was so close they could have almost swum there, and now that they were paying attention, they noticed something.

the distant bleats of sheep and goats and a wisp of smoke rising into the air. It seemed that the other island was inhabited. At this point, Odysseus interrupted his story and told his audience what he had learned later. The second island was in fact a famous place. The land of the Cyclopees. The Cyclopes were one-eyed giants. They were known for being lawless, uncivilized creatures. Theirs was a basic existence. They didn't have ships, and they didn't plant crops, even though everything flourished in the fertile earth. The Cyclopes were shepherds,

looking after their sheep and goats, and sleeping in mounting caves. However, when Odysseus first caught sight of the smoke on the island, he'd known nothing of this. All he knew was that someone must be living there, but after what happened on the island of Lotus Etis, Odysseus, Odysseus was reluctant to send a scout to a scout to a investigate. He would take his time and come up with another approach. That night, the men slept on the beach, lulled into sweet dreams by the rhythmic sweep of the tide. Brightened early the following morning, Odysseus called a meeting. He announced that he would lead an expedition

to the other island, together with a group of men. He would sail the short distance across the water, and find out what kind of people lived on that island. So, Odysseus and his men set off in their ship, gliding across the gently lapping waves. They soon found themselves on the shore of the other island, Looking up in wonder, on the hill above the beach was an enormous cave, judging by the sounds emanating from the cave. It was home to several herds of sheep and goats. Standing nearby was a man, or rather, a giant. He towered into the air like a pine tree or a mountain peasant. peak, but it wasn't just his height that was remarkable.

When the giant turned around, Odysseus saw that he had just one eye, a huge staring eye, right in the center of his face. That was when Odysseus realized where he was, the land of the Cyclopees. It seemed that this giant lived alone, with only his sheep and goats for company, but even just one cyclops was a force to be reckoned with. So Odysseus had to plan his approach carefully. He told some of his men to stay behind and guard the ship. While, Odysseus and twelve others would go to visit the Cyclops, bringing with them

a goat skin full of sweet wine. It was a fine wine indeed. A gift Odysseus had once received from a priest of Apollo. It was rather strong stuff, so Odysseus filled up the goat skin. and packed some other provisions for the journey. Then, he began to make his way uphill. His men, following close behind, by the time they reached the cave, the Cyclops was nowhere to be seen. He must have been out in the pastures with some of his herd.

Odysseus and his men entered the cave and looked around. It was a peculiar place, half house, half barn. The cave was piled high with boxes of cheese, and in one corner there was a pen full of bleating lambs, but there was also some furniture and some beautifully made bowls, and towards the back was an enormous bed. One big enough for a giant, Odysseus's men were keen to take some cheese, and maybe some lambs too, and then make a quick retreat back to the ship. But Odysseus wanted to meet the Cyclops.

He hoped that the giant would welcome them, and perhaps give them some gifts. So, after helping themselves to some cheese, the men sat down and waited for the Cyclops to return. It was evening when the giant came back to the cave, along with his sheep and goats. Up close he was quite a sight. His head nearly touched the ceiling and in his big muscular arms. He carried what seemed to be a forest's worth of firewood as the cyclops stepped into the cave and let the wood go clattering to the ground. Odysseus and his men began to feel afraid.

They hid among the straw and boxes of cheese and watched as the cyclops went about his tasks. After sealing the cave entrance with a heavy boulder, the cyclops tended to his sheep and goats, milking them one by one. Once he had finished, he prepared a fire in the middle of the cave. It was then, in the light of the flames, that he caught sight of the men. In a great booming voice, the cyclops spills. spoke, he demanded to know who the men were and what they were doing in his cave. Despite his fear, Odysseus stepped forward.

He told the truth, explaining that they were Greeks on their way home from Troy. The winds had swept them off course, and they had found themselves here. Now, they could only hope that the Cyclops would show them kindness and hospitality. Zeus, the greatest of gods, wanted those far from home to be taken care of. But the Cyclops declared that the gods meant nothing to him. He did as he wanted, and he didn't take kindly to visitors. Especially those who stole. Clearly, the men had been helping themselves to his cheese.

They were lucky that the Cyclops wasn't hungry yet. Tomorrow he would make a meal of the men. He might turn them into a stew, or perhaps eat them whole, washed down with some milk. But that could wait for tomorrow. Right now, the Cyclops was tired after his long day outdoors. Once he stretched out in his huge bed, he quickly fell asleep. But for Odysseus and his men, it was to be a long sleepless night. They whispered among themselves, discussing the Cyclops' threats.

and a possible plan of action. Odysseus' first idea was to take out his sword and kill the Cyclops while he slept. But if the Cyclops died, it would spell their doom too. The entrance to the cave was blocked by that heavy boulder. Even with the combined strength of all the men, it would be impossible to the cave. to move. They would have to think of something else. And soon. At dawn, the Cyclops awoke is one huge eye blinking open. To the men's relief, he ignored them. He was focused on his chores, lighting the fire and tending to his animals. Then the site

The Cyclops left the cave, along with his hurts. Once he was outside, he rolled the heavy boulder across the entrance, leaving Odysseus and his men trapped inside. The men were anxious, but determined to escape, and they trusted Odysseus to come up with a plan. the Cyclops was out. Odysseus ordered his men to take a large piece of wood and carve it into a weapon. Then there was nothing to do but sit and wait. By the time the Cyclops returned, it was evening. The wooden stake was hidden away, and the men were ready and waiting. But once again,

Again, the Cyclops ignored them after rolling the boulder into place. He began his usual routine of milking the sheep and goats, but once he had finished, the men became nervous. The Cyclops would probably now be hungry after another day out in the pastures. The threat he had made the night before weighed heavily on their minds. Fortunately, Odysseus knew just what to do. He stepped forward boldly and offered the cyclops a cup of wine from the goat skin he had brought with him.

The cyclops drank the wine greedily, declaring it to be the best he'd ever tasted. It was like nectar, the drink of the gods. As soon as he had finished, he demanded more. And then, more still, the wine was strong and quickly went to his head. The cyclops began to sway slightly, his one eye flickering, as if he might fall asleep. It was then that Odysseus said, Cyclops, you wanted to know my name. I will tell you, but then you must give me a gift like a good host does.

My name is nobody, the Cyclops replied, I'll each the other men first and nobody last. nobody last. How's that for a gift? And then the Cyclops fell back onto the floor and began snoring now that he was deep in a drunken sleep. It was time to strike. Working together to lift the heavy stake, Odysseus and his men attacked in one swift movement. The Cyclops was blinded. He let out a great roar. So loud that all the others heard. The other Cyclopes who lived nearby, some of them rushed to the cave and gathered by the entrance. Polyphemus, they said, for that was the giant's name.

What's the matter? Are you hurt? Inside the cave, Polyphemus replied, friends, nobody is hurting me. If nobody is hurting you, the others replied, then why all this noise? Go back to bed and let us sleep in peace. Odysseus heard the heavy footsteps of the giants as they went away, back to their own caves. It wasn't long before Polyphemus fell asleep once more, and at last the men too were able to get some rest. Early the next morning, Polyphemus went about his usual routine, even though he could no longer see. The Cyclops milked the sheep and goats, as efficiently as ever, all the while he muttered threats.

He would make nobody pay. Once he got his hands on the men, he would eat them one by one. Once the milking was done, Polyphemus pushed back the boulder and let out the animals. But as they left the cave, he ran his hand. over their backs to make sure that the men weren't somehow hiding among them. Thinking quickly, Odysseus whispered his plan to the men, they should tie some rams together with a rope and then climb underneath the animals and cling onto their stomachs. That way, when the rams left the cave, the men could escape with them, without

being caught by the cyclops. So, once the rams were tied together, Odysseus and his men got into position, holding on tightly to the animal's underbellies. And sure enough, as the Rams passed through the cave entrance, Polyphemus touched their woolly backs, but not their bellies. He had no idea that the men were sneaking out right in front of him. Once they were a safe distance from the cave, Odysseus and his men untied themselves and clambered out from underneath the Rams. Then, taking a few sheep with them,

they hurried down the hill, all the way back to the ship. where the others were waiting for them. After a joyful reunion, the men began to row back towards the other island. But once they had left shore, Odysseus couldn't resist calling out to the Cyclops, who was still visible on the mountainside. Enraged, Polyphemus held a rock in the direction of Odysseus's voice. It plunged into the water, narrowly missing the ship.

The men begged Odysseus to stop, but he was still fired up as the boat rode on. He continued to taunt Polyphemus. His voice carried by the wind. Cyclops, if anyone asks what happened to you, tell them that it was Odysseus, who took away your sight. Hearing this, Polyphemus became even angrier. So, the prophecy was true. A soothsayer had once told him that this would happen, but he had expected Odysseus to be a tall, strong man. Not some weakling. This man was a trickster, not a hero, as he stood on the side of the mountain, Polyphemus raised his arms towards the heavens and uttered a prayer to

his father, the sea god Poseidon. He prayed that Odysseus would never return home, or that if he did, he would find nothing but trouble awaiting him. After this prayer, Polyphemus held another rock towards the ship, but by now, Odysseus and his men had nearly reached the other island, where some of their fellow men had stayed behind. The men were overjoyed to see that Odysseus and his companions had survived their ordeal. That evening, they enjoyed a wonderful feast, eating and drinking till their hearts and bellies were full. And then, utterly worn out, they all fell asleep to the sound of the waves. The next day Odysseus in his men set sail.

Favorable winds soon carried them to another island. island of Iolus. King Eolus was a wind god. He and his family lived in a palace on this wind-swept rocky island. A place so remote that they received few visitors. Eolus was pleased to see Odysseus and invited him to stay for a whole month. At last the men could rest for a while. During the day they enjoyed hearty feasts, and at night they slept deeply in soft beds, soothed by the continual sea breeze. Odysseus and Diolis talked often, as the king wanted to know all about Troy and the Greek's journey home. When Odysseus decided that it it was time to leave. He asked the king for a favor, as Iolus was the keeper of the winds.

Perhaps he could help the men to get home quickly. Eolas was happy to oblige. He filled a leather bag with the power of the winds, and tied it tightly with wire. Then he bound the bag to the front of Odysseus' ship, as a final parting gift, Iodos summoned the wind of Zephyr, and sent the men on their way. It was a fine morning, and the ship sailed swiftly across the ocean, eager to get home. Odysseus did most of the steering, and after days at sea, Ithaca finally, came into sight. They were so close that they could see a wisp of smoke rising on the island. But it was then that Odysseus finally gave into his exhaustion and fell into a deep sleep.

Afterwards, he found out what had happened while he was sleeping. Some of his men, curious about the bag on the front of the ship, decided that it must be full of treasure. Instead of waiting, they wanted to take their share of the silver and gold that they felt was owed to them. So, one of the men leaned over the side of the ship and untied the bag. The moment it was opened, all the winds inside flew out, combining into one huge gust. In the whirlwind, the ships were transported back to where they began, all the way back to the island of Ioles. For a moment, Odysseus was bewildered. He had been rocked. He had been rocked. awake by the winds. And now, all of a sudden, he found himself staring at a shoreline.

Not Ithaca, as he had hoped, but the steep cliffs of Eolia. Odysseus felt like weeping, but he resolved to be stoic and accept his fate. After talking to the men, he trekked up to the citadel at the top of the island and entered the palace of Iolas. The king was in the hall, in the middle of a family dinner. He was quite astonished to see his recently departed guest, back again so soon. What on earth had happened, with a heavy sigh, Odysseus said that it was the fault of his men and his own need to sleep. He explained how the men had opened the bag of winds, blowing them all the way back to the island. Hopefully, Iolus would take pity on his former guests

and sent them on their way once again. But when Odysseus finished speaking, there was silence. The king shook his head and said that he would not help to have suffered such misfortune. Odysseus must have displeased the gods. And in that case, the king knew better than to get involved. Odysseus and his men would have to travel home on their own without the help of the winds. When Odysseus returned to the ships to break the news to his men, the mood was rather gloomy to say the least. They had no choice but to sail slowly onwards, hoping that some other god might take pity on them.

Now Odysseus paused his story. All the while, the phyatians had been spellbound. But misfortune, King Alcinous remarked, poor Odysseus and his men had been very unlucky indeed. Odysseus smiled ruefully. This was just the beginning. Still, he had survived it all, and for that he was grateful to the gods. Odysseus closed his eyes and murmured a few words in prayer. Now he was ready to continue his story.

The hall was silent as Odysseus continued to tell tales of his adventures. After the incident with the bag of winds, he and his men set sail once again. This time, without any help from the gods, they encountered further misfortune in Lastragonia, where the inhabitants turned out to be bloodthirsty giants. During the battle, many lives were lost, and nearly all their ships were destroyed. On their one remaining ship, Odysseus and the other survivors sailed away with the with heavy hearts, relieved to be alive, but grieving the loss of their companions. Drifting across the Windark Sea, they reached the harbour of another island.

For the first few days, they had no desire to explore. They simply rested in their ship, or lay on the sandy shore, completely worn out. out, but at last hunger compelled Odysseus to act. Early one morning, he sat off with his spear and sword and climbed up to a high, rocky crack that gave him a view over the island. From up here, he could see a palace in the middle of the island, surrounded by trees. Smoke was rising from the roof. For a moment, Odysseus pondered whether to go down to the palace, but his first priority was finding something to eat, and as he made his way through the trees,

the gods took pity on him. A massive stag appeared in the middle of the path, when Odysseus returned later that morning, dragging his cats. behind him. The men were overjoyed. They quickly prepared a meal and spent the rest of the day, eating and drinking. With their bellies full, they slept well that night. Drifting off to the sound of the sea, in the morning, Odysseus gathered his men for a meeting from his excursion yesterday, He had learned that the island seemed to be uninhabited, apart from a palace in the middle of the forest. Now some of the men must go to visit this palace, to see who lived there. But Odysseus's men were not exactly enthused by the prospect.

The memories of their recent misadventures, the Cyclops and the the battle with the Lestragonians were still fresh in their minds. What if the palace turned out to be home to yet another bloodthirsty giant? But Odysseus insisted, he divided the men into groups and drew lots, shaking the pieces of wood in a helmet. And so, it was decided that the group led by Eurylicus would go off to investigate. Several hours later, Eurylicus returned alone in a state of shock. What happened? asked Odysseus.

Where were the other men? At first, Eurylicus seemed unable to answer. Then, with some encouragement, he told his story. Eurylicus and his men had set off towards the palace. Just as Odysseus had instructed, they found it quite easily, in the middle of a woodland glade. It was a beautiful building made from shining marble. The palace was guarded by lions and wolves. So the men approached cautiously, their weapons raised, but these were no ordinary beasts. When the lions and wolves caught sight of the men, they bounded towards them like friendly dogs,

tails wagging. Some of the lions nuzzled up against them, purring from inside the palace the palace the the men could hear the sound of singing. A woman's voice, lovely and melodic. Hopefully, the woman would be just as welcoming as her animals. So the men called out to her, and she came outside. The woman introduced herself as the goddess Circe. Apart from her animals and servants, she lived alone on the

this island, which was called Iyaa. With a warm smile, Circe invited the men inside. She seemed pleased to have visitors, and the men were equally pleased to be welcomed by such a beautiful host. But Eurylilochus remained wary. He'd heard tales of Circe's trickery, how she wasn't just a goddess, but an enchantress who liked to cast spells. While the others went into the palace, Eurylicus stayed outside, watching through a window. He looked on as Circe invited the men to sit at the table and served them a potion, something made of cheese, barley, honey, wine, and something else. The men happily drank the mixture, which seemed to go right to their heads.

Then Circe took out her magic wand and struck them one by one, Turning the men into pigs. Outside, Eurylicus watched an astonishment. As his friends were led to a pigsty, Circe flung acorns into the pen, smiling as the pig scrambled to eat. But Eurilicus couldn't bear to watch. His friends turned into squealing pigs, snuffing. at the ground.

Who could have imagined such a thing? So Eurydicus decided to run away. To flee before a similar fate befell him. He sprinted through the woods, all the way back to the shore. After hearing this story, Odysseus decided that there was no time to waste, strapping his sword across his back. He told Eurylicus to take him to Searcy's palace. But Eurylicus shook his head and begged Odysseus not to make him go back. The men who had been transformed were beyond saving. And the others should escape while they could. Eurylicus could stay behind,

said Odysseus, but he was determined to save his men, so Odysseus made his way into the woods. The glade seemed somehow enchanted. A peaceful, sacred place. As Odysseus walked on, breathing in the fresh scent of the pines, he caught sight of a young man. He caught sight of a young man. man, the man seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. And now he lingered by the trees, as if he were waiting for Odysseus. As he came closer, Odysseus noticed the golden wand in the young man's hand and realized who he was. Hermes, the messenger god, Hermes smiled.

He smiled in greeting and asked Odysseus what he was doing in these woods. If he planned to visit Circe and attempt to rescue his men, he would need some help. Hermes explained that Circe was full of tricks. She had a spell or potion for every situation. And if Odysseus turned up on her doorstep, she would most likely find a way to poison him. So, said Hermes, this was what Odysseus must do. He must take the magic herb that Hermes was about to give him, as it would protect him from Circe's magic.

Then, when Circe produced her wand, Odysseus must draw his sword, as though he were about to attack, and then, as strange as it might sound, the goddess would invite him to her bed. Odysseus should accept, but only after Circe had sworn an oath not to harm him. After all, she was capable of all kinds of mischief. If Odysseus followed this advice, said Hermes. He would save himself, and if he were lucky, perhaps he would also manage to free his friends. Hermes then bent down and plucked something from the soil. It was a rare plant with a black root and a milk-white flower. The gods called it Moli. This was the magic herb that Hermes had mentioned, which would protect Odysseus from enchantments.

Odysseus thanked Hermes for his help, tucking the plant in his pocket for safekeeping. He then watched in wonder as the god took flight, soaring up to the treetops before disappearing. Odysseus walked on through the woods, until he reached a clearing. In the middle was Circe's palace, a grand marble building. Just as Eurylicus had said, there was no sign of the wolves and lions, and the place seemed eerily quiet, heart beating fast. Odysseus went to the door. and called Circe's name.

When the goddess appeared and invited him in, Odysseus was struck by her beauty. He could only nod, as Odysseus followed Circe into the palace. He remembered just in time to eat the moly. The plant had a strange bitter taste. Just moments later, Odysseus was sitting at the table, drinking from the golden cup, Circe had offered him. Her potion had no effect whatsoever. Circe, who had not yet realised, took out her magic wand and tapped Odysseus on the shoulder.

Go, she said. You belong in the pigsty with the others. But just as she understood that her magic was powerless, Odysseus reached for his sword. Cersy shrank back in fear and begged for mercy. Who was this man? The only one to drink her potion without succumbing to its enchantment. Then it clicked. Odysseus.

Hermes had told Cersie about Odysseus, how he would one day come to her island. In that case, she must welcome him. She told Odysseus to put away his sword and come to bed. They should get to know each other. Learn to trust one another, but Odysseus remembered Hermes' advice, and he remained wary. How could he trust Circe? With all her tricks, she had turned his men into pigs. And now, who knew what she had in mind? Adysseus asked Circe to swear an oath. She must promise not to harm him, once the oath had been made. Adysius followed the goddess into the other room.

A little while later, Circe called her servants. They were not ordinary serving girls, but nymphs, who came from the rivers and forests. One of the nymphs prepared a hot bath for Odysseus, a bath so warm and luxurious that it seemed to wash all his weariness away. Meanwhile, the others prepared the dining table, setting out an abundance of food. Once Odysseus was dressed in a fresh cloak and tunic, he was invited to sit at the table and to rest his feet on a store. The servants attended to him, offering him a basket of warm bread, and filling his cup with wine, but Odysseus couldn't bring himself to eat. What's wrong? Circe asked.

Circey, Odysseus replied. How could you expect me to enjoy such a feast? He hadn't forgotten his poor men, locked up in the pigsty. It was about time they were set free. So, Odysseus and Circee left the and went to the pigsty. Using her wand, Circe drove out some of the pigs. Huge hairy creatures, like wild boars. Then she took out a potion and sprinkled some drops on each of the pigs. One by one, they began to lose their bristles, slowly shape-shift. Eventually, they were men once more.

But they weren't quite the men that Odysseus had known. Circe's magic had made them younger, taller, and more handsome. The men looked around in bewilderment. And then they recognized Odysseus, and they were overcome with emotion. In tears of joy they embraced each other. Even Searcy was moved by the scene. She told Odysseus to go back to his ship and bring the other men to the palace. Odysseus agreed they should all be there together.

So he left at once and returned to his ship. where he found his loyal crew waiting for him. As the men rushed to greet him, Odysseus was reminded of cows coming back from the fields. How all the calves gather around their mothers, mooing happily. The men were filled with such emotion. It seemed like a homecoming. though they had suddenly found themselves back on Ithaca. As they threw their arms around Odysseus, they told him how happy they were to see him

back, safe and sound. But what about the others? Odysseus reassured them that their companions were alive and well. Now they must bring their ship onto the shore. and safely store their belongings in a nearby cave. Odysseus explained that they would be gone for quite some time, as they had been invited to a feast at Circe's Palace. The first of many, the men were eager to set off, with one exception, eurylicus.

It was foolish to trust Searcy, said Eurydicus. To go there, only to be turned into pigs or wolves or some other creature, and come to think of it, why should they trust Odysseus after what happened with the Cyclops? Tempers flared, and the men nearly came to blows. the others intervened. And in the end, Eurylicus agreed to come too, when they arrived back at Circe's palace. They discovered that their companions were now transformed in a different sense. They seemed taller and younger. Their skin gleaming, and they all wore new cloaks and tunics. Men were sitting in the hall, feasting happily.

But when they caught sight of the others, they rushed to greet them, as the men reunited. Circe spoke to Odysseus. She could see that he and his men had suffered. They were weary from their wanderings, and needed some time to rest and replenish their strength. Stay here, said Circe. Stay for as long as you like. And so a year went by. Every day Odysseus and his men feasted and drank, and every night they slept deeply in soft

bets. Their troubles and thoughts of Ithaca seemed far away. But as the seasons passed and the leaves changed, so too did the men's thoughts, they became restless, and told Odysseus that it was time to go home. That evening, once the sun had set, Odysseus walked through the darkened palace until he found Cersy, kneeling down before her. He said that he and his men were starting to feel homesick. He hoped that Circe would fulfill her promise to help them return.

Circe replied that Odysseus was free to leave whenever he wished. However, before he returned to Ithaca, he would have to make another journey. Next, he must go to Hades, the land of the dead, and speak to the blind prophet Tyresius. Hearing this, Odysseus was distraught. Once again, his homecoming would have to be postponed. And how could he possibly set sail to Hades? It had never been done before, seeing the look on his face. face. Circe did her best to reassure Odysseus. He was a clever, resourceful man, if anyone was

capable of travelling to Hades and back. It was him. Odysseus listened carefully, as Circe gave him instructions. Once he had raised the sails of his ship, he should let the north wind guide him across the sea, all the way to the great river Oceanus, which encircled the earth. Here, Odysseus would find the boundary to the underworld. Cersi then gave other instructions. How Odysseus should make a sacrifice in order to summon the spirit of Tyresius. the prophet would tell Odysseus what awaited him. The final stages of his journey home.

At dawn, Circe and Odysseus began to make preparations. Once he was dressed, Odysseus made his way through the palace, calling out his men's names to wake them up. But not all of them were inside. One man, El Pino, had spent the night asleep on the roof, where it was cooler. When he was woken by the men's voices, El Pino sprang up, and, forgetting where he was, fell from the roof. His spirit overtook Odysseus, heading straight to Hades.

But the men barely had time to mourn Elpino's sudden passing. As they gathered in the palace hall, Odysseus broke the news. They would not yet be returning to Ithaca. First they must travel to Hades, so Odysseus could speak with the prophet Tyresius. At this announcement, there were groans and sighs. but lamentation would get them nowhere. And so, once the men were packed and ready, they left Circe's palace and headed towards the shore.

Circe came too, and she brought a gift, the sheep that Odysseus would later need for the sacrifice. One moment, Circe was standing by the ship, and the next she was gone. The gods were often elusive, but she still had one more gift to give, as the ship was launched into the water and the sails were raised. The goddess summoned a fair wind. Odysseus and his men sat and rested, while the ship glided smoothly across the

sparkling sea. By the time they reached the edge of the world, darkness had fallen. But here, where the sea met the deep river of Oceanus, it was always dark. The land in this part of the world, the home of the Samerians, was shrouded in perpetual mist, untouched by the rays of the sun god. Once they were on shore, Odysseus ordered his men to bring out the sheep. He then led the way through the mist, recalling Circe's instructions. After walking for a while, they reached another shore, where the waters of Oceanus lapped against the dark earth, Odysseus poured libations, a mixture of wine, honey and water, with a sprinkling of barley, and made a vow to the gods.

Once the sacrifice had been made, the mist became thicker and thicker. For a moment, Odysseus could see nothing at all, but as the air slowly cleared, he realized that he was no longer on earth. He was in Hades, the underworld. Some spirits came forward to greet him. Men and women of all ages. Most of them were strangers, but one of the spirits seemed familiar. It was Alpina who had fallen from the roof of Circe's palace.

Odysseus was deeply moved. The unlucky young man had reached Hades before him. And he looked just the same. Somehow full of life, Elpinaur and Odysseus talked at length. The young man begged Odysseus to remember him, to return to Eeya, where his bodies still lay unburied. He wished to be cremated with his armour, and he also had another request that Odysseus would bury him by the sea and mark his tomb. Of course, said Odysseus, he would do everything that Elpinaur asked of him. The two men bid each other farewell. And then, as the spirit retreated into the darkness, Odysseus caught sight of another familiar face.

With a pang, he realized who it was. His own mother, Anticlia. When he'd left Ithaca all those years ago, she had still been alive. But before Odysseus could speak to his mother, he saw a flash of gold in the dark, the sceptre of the prophet Tyresius, and as the prophet came forward, Odysseus knew that he would have to wait. First, he must do as the gods wished. to Tyreseus and learn what the future held. Although the old man was blind, he knew Odysseus at once and addressed him by name.

Odysseus, said Tyresius, as sweet as it may seem, the thought of going home. Beware. First you will have to endure the bitter vengeance of the gods. gods. The prophet warned Odysseus that the sea god Poseidon was still angry with him, because of what had happened to his son, the Cyclops. And that wasn't the only challenge that lay ahead. On the way home, Odysseus would pass the island of Thranacia, which was home to the sun-god's cattle. Tyresius warned Odysseus. Odysseus not to touch the animals. Doing so would spell disaster for him and his men.

The prophet had other predictions too. He spoke of Odysseus's homecoming, and the great battle that awaited him, more sacrifices would have to be made in order to appease Poseidon. But eventually, Odysseus would be able to rest at last. Tyresius could see the future, and he had a vision of Odysseus in old age, at peace, and the people of Ithaca living in prosperity. This vision gave Odysseus some comfort, although there were hard times ahead, He had reason to stay hopeful. He thanked Tyresius for his guidance.

And then, as the prophet moved away, Odysseus' mother and Ticlia stepped forward. At first, she didn't seem to recognize him, but as she looked him up and down, her face changed. my son, she said. How have your wanderings brought you here? Anticlia couldn't believe her eyes. She was full of questions.

Odysseus told her everything. The story of Troy, his wanderings, and his journey to the underworld. But all the while, he said. He had never forgotten his loved ones. Now he wanted to know what had happened to her, and what about his father and his wife and son, and to clear sighed deeply. Life was not easy for Laetes, her husband and Odysseus' father, but Laityes still lived,

as did Penelope and Telemachus. and all these years, Penelope had remained loyal to Odysseus. She was a strong-hearted woman, and she would wait patiently for her husband's return, but for Anticlia the wait had been too long. It was her love for her son, and her grief in his absence, that had brought her here. Odysseus tried to embrace his mother. Three times he tried to wrap his arms around her. But mother and son seemed to pass through each other, like shadows.

Anticlia did her best to comfort him. This was just the way things were in the afterlife. The body vanished. And the spirit was just as fleeting, like a dream, as she said goodbye. Anticlia urged Odysseus to leave this place, to go back to the light. But Odysseus didn't want to leave just yet. He was too curious about the other spirits, the gathering throng of women. One by one, they came forward and told Odysseus the stories of their lives.

Tyro, who fell in love with a river god and had Poseidon's children. Alcmini, the mother of the great hero Hercules, Ariadne, the daughter of King Minos of Crete, who helped Theseus in the labyrinth, and there were many more. Too many to mention. Here Odysseus paused his story and let out a great yawn. If he named every spirit he had met, they would be here all night. Maybe it was time to go to bed, but then he looked around. at all the expectant faces. The phyatians had been listening in awe-struck silence.

Odysseus didn't want to disappoint his hosts, and the knight was still young. Perhaps he would continue. After all, Odysseus took a long drink of water. Then, when he was ready, he continued his tale. listing all the spirits he had met in the underworld. He had already spoken of his encounters with Alpino, the prophet Tyresius, and his own beloved mother. While Odysseus was in the land of the dead, there were also many others who came to speak with him. It was bittersweet to be reunited with his companions in battle. Agamemnon, who survived the Trojan War, only to be betrayed by his wife on his return.

Achilles, who spoke at length, before returning to Rome the Asphodel Meadows. Ajax, who still held a grudge against Odysseus, and kept his distance. And after these spirits, there were others, too. Odysseus wandered deeper into the underworld. Curious to see who else was there, he saw King Minos with his golden scepter, now a judge of the dead. Then there was Orion, the great hunter,

chasing phantom prey in the fields of Hades. Tantalus was there too. and poor Sisyphus in torment for eternity. Odysseus even met the spirit of Hercules, the legendary hero. The man himself was immortal, living with the gods. But his spirit roamed to the underworld. Hercules came to speak to Odysseus, telling him of his own adventures, how he had brought Cerberus the three-headed dog out of Hades.

Odysseus was tempted to stay longer, to explore the underworld and meet with more heroes of the past. But after a while, he grew uneasy and decided that it was time to return to the land of the living. After all, Hades was home to monsters as well as spirits, and Odysseus was starting to miss the sunlight. So, he retraced his steps through the fields and the fog, until he found himself back where he had begun, standing on the damp, dark earth, at the edge of the world, Odysseus walked on until he reached the shore, where his ship awaited. His men were overjoyed to see him back again, safe and sound, and they wasted no time in preparing for their departure. Everyone was eager to leave this land, with its constant mists and dark and gloomy

skies. So, they set sail down the great river of Oceonus, helped by the wind and the current. It wasn't long before they reached the open sea, the shining waves and bright blue sky were a welcome sight indeed. On Odysseus's orders, they returned to Iyaa. Sea's Island. By the time they arrived, it was late at night. A radiant full moon shone high in the sky. Illuminating the coastline with a silvery glow, Odysseus and his men brought their ship onto the beach, then disembarked, weary after the long journey. They settled down in the soft sand, and soon fell fast asleep. At sunrise, Odysseus sent his men to Circe's palace, where the body of Elpino remained unburied during his visit to the land of the dead.

Odysseus had spoken to Elpino's spirit. He had promised to give the young man a proper burial. The men brought Elpino's body to a headland that stretched far into the sea. There, at the edge of the island, they held a funeral. The body was cremated and a tomb built. A mound marked with an awe which had belonged to Alpino. As the men finished their rituals, They caught sight of a familiar figure. From out of the trees came the goddess Circe, accompanied by her servants.

Their arms were full with baskets of bread and meat and jugs of wine. Circe explained that she had heard the news, that Odysseus had returned from the underworld. While others died only once, Odysseus would have the rare privilege of dying twice. Now, said Circe, he and his men must stay for the night. There was plenty to eat and drink, and they could set sail at dawn. So, Odysseus and his men went to the beach, where they feasted it, until nightfall. While the others slept by the ship, Circe took Odysseus by the hand and guided him to a quiet spot at the end of the beach, as they sat on the sand, listening to the gentle swell of the tide. They talked of everything. Circe was full of questions, so Odysseus told her all about his

time in Hades. Once his tale was over, Circe remained silent for a while, gazing out at the waves. Then she turned to him and stroked his hand. Poor man, she said. Odysseus's travels weren't over yet. The gods had other plans, but Circe was was here to help him. So he must listen carefully. On his way home, Odysseus would encounter the sirens. The legendary creatures who bewitched sailors with their beautiful voices. Any man who listened to their song was doomed, he would stay there forever, spellbound on the rocks, and never see his homeland again. Circe told Odysseus that he must be careful.

His men should have their ears plugged with wax, so they couldn't hear this siren song. As for Odysseus himself, Circe knew that he would be curious if he wanted to hear their song and survive to tell the tale. must have his men bind him tightly to the mast, so he could not break free. After passing the sirens, Odysseus had two options. One route would take him through the wandering rocks. A perilous place battered by waves and raging winds of fire, only one ship had ever made it through. Jason's ship, the Argo, which was under the protection of the goddess Heera. If Odysseus chose the second route, he would find two steep rocks. High up on one of these rocks was a cave, the home of

the monster, Silla. Silla was a six-headed beast. She ate everything. seals, dolphins, whales, and sailors, of course. It was impossible to sail past without at least a few casualties, as the men would be quickly snatched up by her six heads. The other rock was nearby, so close that you could shoot an arrow from one side to the other at the base of this. At the base of this rock. Underneath the waves was another monster known as Carbdis. Every day she created a treacherous whirlpool, sucking down the dark water, along with anything that just so happened to be in it. Getting caught by Caribdis meant certain death. Sers' advice to Odysseus was to sail closer to Silla. Better to lose a few men than his entire crew. Hearing this, Odysseus was

dismayed. Surely there had to be another way. What if they somehow avoided Carybdis and fought back when Scylla attacked? But Cersy shook her head. Silla was not mortal and could not be defeated. All they could do was hurry past her, hoping for the best. Cersi then gave more guidance. She explained that, after the monsters, Odysseus would reach a lovely island called Thranacia. This was where the sun god Helius kept his many sheep and cows. These animals were sacred creatures.

so they must not be harmed. If the sun god's cattle were left alone, Odysseus and his men would get home safely. If not, Circe had a dark foreboding. At dawn, Circe bid Odysseus goodbye and good luck. Before returning to her palace, Odysseus went back to the ship. where the men were sleeping. He roused them from their slumber and told him to prepare the ship. They then set sail from Circe's island once more, assisted by a fair wind, a gift from the goddess. Once they were well on their way, Odysseus gathered his men for a meeting and shared what he had learned from Cersie. When they came to the island of the sirens, they would have to take precautions. They must steer right past, and only Odysseus could hear their song. The men must bind him

tightly to the mast, and if he begged to be set free, they should only tighten the ropes. With the winds in their favour, the ship soon approached the island of the sirens, but as they came closer, the winds disappeared, and the waves became calm. The island was now in sight, a meadow full of wildflowers. But the sirens themselves were not yet visible, and thankfully, They hadn't started singing. The only sound was the gentle lapping of the waves on the ship's hull. Odysseus and his men made all the necessary preparations. Odysseus cut up a block of sun-worned wax and rolled the pieces into little balls. He put the soft balls of wax into his men's ears. Next, the men followed Odysseus's instructions, binding his hands and feet, and tying his body

to the mast with thick ropes. Odysseus couldn't move, and his men couldn't hear. They were ready to sail on. The men picked up their own. roaring swiftly across the calm water. Once the sirens became aware of the ship, they emerged from the long grass and began singing. One of the women called out to Odysseus. Why not stop and stay a while, so he could listen to their sweet song.

The siren's music brought not only joy, but knowledge too. They knew everything that happened. All the secrets of the earth. Stay, they sang. Stay with us. It was the most exquisite melody Odysseus had ever heard. He wanted to hear more and to get closer. writhing to break free of the ropes.

He tried to catch his men's attention, begging them to let him loose. But most of the men kept rowing, while two of them came over to tighten the ropes. Odysseus could only stay there, bound to the mast, listening in both agony and ecstasy. But at last, they left the island behind. The siren song was nothing more than a distant note on the breeze, becoming fainter by the moment. Then, like a dream, it was gone. Once Odysseus had regained his senses, he gestured to his men. They took the wax out of their ears and set him free.

What a relief it was to have sailed past safely. But the men didn't have much time to relax, just as Searcy had predicted, they soon found themselves facing another challenge. Two tall rocks lay ahead. In the distance, they could hear a great challenge. could hear a great roar. There was smoke, too, and the swell of a wave. What was it? The men began to murmur among themselves. Odysseus had told his men about the sirens, as there was a way to protect themselves, but after careful thought, he had decided not

to tell them about the monster's scylla and corrupt. After all, there was nothing they could do but sail past, hoping for the best. So as they approached, Odysseus walked up and down the deck, encouraging his men. He reminded them that whatever lay ahead, they could face it. They were strong, brave, and capable. The men had survived their encounter with the Cyclops. And if Zeus willed it, they would survive this too. Odysseus then told the men to steer away from the smoke and the waves.

They should move towards the other rock, sailing past as quickly. as possible, as the men rode onwards. Odysseus prepared for battle. He put on his shining armour and picked up his weapons, before getting into position on the upper deck. Cersy had told him that there was no point in fighting, but Odysseus couldn't help himself. He was a warrior, and he had to try at least. If Silla's heads lunged towards the ship, he would fight. He owed it to himself and to his men. And so, with Odysseus armed, and the men rowing as fast as they could, the ship headed towards

the narrow strait. As for what followed, Circe's predictions turned out to be right by steering clear of Caribdis with her gurgling whirlpool. Some men managed to escape with their lives, but others weren't so lucky, as avoiding Carybdis brought them closer to the other monster. even as Odysseus slashed his sword through the air. The six heads of Silla carried off six victims. It was a dark day. The men were still mourning their lost companions. When another island appeared on the horizon,

please, they said, Let us stop for a while. Odysseus was tired too. and he knew that his men deserved a rest. They had endured so much, but he was reluctant to make any promises, especially as they came closer to the island, and he realized what it was. the island of the sun god Helius, both Circe and the prophet Tyresius, had warned Odysseus to avoid this place, and to avoid harming the sacred cattle that lived there, if anything happened to those cows. Odysseus might never reach Ithaca, and so, with a heavy heart,

Odysseus told his men what Circe and Tyresius had said. They must steer clear of the sun-god's island, as it would only bring them misfortune. The men began to grumble. One man, Eurylicus, spoke persuasively. While it seemed that Odysseus had no need of rest, the others were exhausted, evening. was fast approaching, and the last thing they wanted was to spend yet another night at sea,

at the mercy of the winds and the waves. At least for tonight, they should stay on the island after a good meal and a restful night's sleep. They could set sail, ready for whatever awaited them, as the other man. Men nodded in agreement. Odysseus sighed heavily. Nothing was going his way. It seemed that some spirit had it out for him.

Acknowledging that he was outnumbered, Odysseus agreed to the men's request. They could spend the night on the sun-god's island. However, they must all swear an oath, promising not to touch a single animal. Besides, there was no need. Circe had provided them with plenty of food. The men willingly made the oath. Then they sailed towards the island, where they disembarked and began to prepare their evening meal. Dinner was a somewhat somber occasion as they reminisced about the friends they had lost and shed some tears.

But at last, their bellies full. They drifted into sweet sleep in the early hours of the morning when the stars had disappeared, but the sun had not yet risen. A strange storm descended on the earth. It was summoned by Zeus himself. Darkness fell over the land, and the island was surrounded by wind and fog. The men moved their ship inside a cave to keep it safe. Then Odysseus spoke to the group, reminding them of their oath, all the cows and sheep on the on this island belonged to the sun god Helius, even if the storm kept them stranded for a while.

They must not touch the animals. With some reluctance, the men agreed. They kept their word that day, and the next, and the one after. But all month long, the south wind kept blood that day. Leaving the island was out of the question, so the men were forced to rely on their dwindling supplies. But eventually the food and wine ran out. The men turned to hunting and fishing, whatever they could catch.

It was enough to keep them alive, but that was all. Odysseus walked across the island and found a sheltered spot. There, he prayed to the gods, hoping that one of them might take pity on him. All he wanted was to get home. He was so tired. The God's answer to his prayer was to send him to sleep. Later, Odysseus found out what had happened. during his long slumber, Eurylicus had gathered the men and told them that enough was enough.

It was time to eat the cattle. If the men eventually made it home to Ithaca, said Eurylicus. They could build a temple in honour of the sun god. But if the gods were angry and decided to destroy their ship on the way, Well, so be it, better to be swallowed up by the sea than to waste away on an island, the men needed little convincing. It wasn't long before the meat was roasting on skewers. Instead of barley, the men used oak leaves during their prayers.

with no wine for libations, they had to make do with water instead. When Odysseus awoke, he quickly made his way back to the ship. The skies were still dark, and a strange smoke hung in the air. But as he got closer, he smelled the smoke and realized with a sinking heart what it was. The mouth-watering smell of cooking meat. The disappearance of the cattle had not gone unnoticed by the gods. Later, when Odysseus was living with the goddess Calypso, he learned about the unfortunate chain of events.

The sun-god's daughter lived on the island when she discovered what had happened to the cows, she immediately went to tell her father, who was furious. Elias called a meeting of the gods, demanding that Odysseus' men be punished. Those cows had been precious to him. If the men didn't pay, the sun god would have no choice but to go down to Hades. forever after, he would shine among the dead. Hearing this, the great god Zeus was alarmed. Helius must stay, sharing his light with the earth and heavens. Seuss promised that with his thunderbolt he would destroy Odysseus' ship. He would send fragments flying across the sea. Meanwhile,

On the shore, Odysseus watched in dismay, as his men continued cooking. Already there were signs of the God's disapproval, the eerie sound of mooing filled the air. Even though there were no cows left, but the men overjoyed to have food at last, hardly seemed to care. Over the next six days, they relished their banquet of beef. On the seventh day, the winds finally died down. Odysseus and his men prepared the ship, raising the mast and unfurling the sails. At last they could leave the island and continue their journey back home. The way ahead was clear, nothing but blue skies and calm seas. But then, out of nowhere, a dark storm cloud appeared above their ship.

The sky turned black and the waves whipped up, higher and higher, as the winds raged all around. It all happened so quickly. The mast snapped, knocking one of the men overboard. Then came the thunderbolts sent by Zeus himself. The ship went up in flames, and everyone but Odysseus fell overboard. The men were swept away like gulls in the dark water. Miraculously, Odysseus managed to cling on to what remained of the ship. He used the backstay, a rope made of ox-hide, to tie the keel and mast together, creating a makeshift raft. All night long, he rode the waves.

praying that the winds wouldn't drag him back to Silla and Carybdis. But by sunrise, that's exactly where he ended up. Back between the rocks, as Odysseus was sucked towards the whirlpool of Carybdis. He knew he had to act quickly. On the rock just above the wallpull was a sturdy fig tree. Odysseus leapt up and grabbed hold of the trunk, clinging on with all his strength, while his raft disappeared into the vortex. He could only hope and pray that it would resurface. And at last it did.

Carybdis belched up the raft. Odysseus let go of the tree, dropping down into the water. Then he clambered onto the raft, paddling away as fast as he could. Luckily, Silla did not see him. Odysseus was able to get away, unharmed. For nine days, he drifted, exhausted. He had no idea where he was, or in which direction he was heading. His fate was up to the gods.

On the tenth day, he washed up on the shore of another island. The home of the beautiful goddess Calypso. He was her guest for the next seven years. Odysseus' story had now come to an end. He had already told his host, King Alcinous, about his time with Calypso. And he didn't want to bore his audience by repeating old tales. For the time being, there was no more to tell now that it was late, and they were all weary. Perhaps it was time to go to bed.

After a good night's rest, they could enjoy each other's company in the morning. Right now, all Odysseus wanted was to go to sleep, to sink and to slumber. Dreaming sweet dreams of home. There was a hush in the palace hall. After listening to Odysseus' story, incredible tales of gods, monsters, and shipwrecks, the phyatians had fallen into an awe-struck silence. But at last, King Alcinuas spoke. Odysseus, he said, your wanderings are over.

Of course the phyatians would help him to return home. The king would see to it that his guest was sent on his way, along with plenty of gifts, but now it was late. It was time that they all went to bed. After a long night of storytelling, Odysseus was exhausted. But he was also filled with a deep sense of contentment. knowing that he would soon be home again. That night, he fell asleep with a smile on his face.

The next day, the phyatians began to make preparations. They rushed about gathering gifts and preparing the ship for departure. Still, they had time for another feast. The men sat around the table, enjoying the finest food and wine, while the bard Demodocus sang and strummed his lyre. But Odysseus was growing impatient. All the while, he gazed at the sky, waiting for the sun to set. The plan was to depart at dusk. At last, Odysseus spoke to King Alcinous. He thanked him for his generosity and said that he wished the fiatians all the best, blessings for them and their families. But now Odysseus wanted nothing

more than to arrive safely home, so he could be reunited with his own loved ones. After one more and an offering to the gods. Odysseus bid his host farewell, and then, just as the sun was setting, he made his way towards the ship. He was accompanied by some local men and women, who brought with them a lavish array of gifts. Once everything had been packed away in the hold, The women went up to the deck, where they prepared a bed for Odysseus. That way, he could sleep peacefully while the ship brought him home.

As Odysseus settled down, the rowers got into position, and the ship began to move. Odysseus was so tired that he could barely keep his eyes open. There were just a few vague sensations. The rocking of the boat, the salty scent of the ocean, and a final glimpse of the stars. Before he knew it, he was fast asleep, lost in the most blissful slumber. At the cusp of dawn, the ship approached Ithaca. It's a It sailed towards a sheltered harbour, a peaceful place with water so calm that the ships barely needed to be moored, growing at the head of the bay, was a graceful olive tree. And nearby was a sacred cave, the home of the sea nymphs, known as the Nearyotes, inside the cave.

Inside the cave were the most wonderful things. Exquisite stone vases, beehives dripping with golden honey, and looms where the nymphs wove purple cloth, wine dark like the sea. The phyatians rode into the bay, just past the cave and swiftly dipped. disembarked. Then, instead of waking Odysseus, who was sleeping so peacefully, they lifted him up, still wrapped in his blanket, and laid him gently on the sand. Odysseus barely stared. The phyatians carried all the gifts out of the ship, the new clothing, the beautiful bronze. and more besides, and placed them around the trunk of the olive tree. They would be safe there,

waiting for Odysseus when he woke up, and then the fiatian set sail, homeward bound. But as always, the gods were watching. Rothful Poseidon watched from the skies. He would not never forgive Odysseus, after what he had done to his son, the Cyclops. So, Poseidon spoke to Zeus. With such a show of disrespect from the mortals, said Poseidon, he would surely be dishonored by the gods as well. Here was Odysseus, safe and sound in his homeland of Ithaca, surrounded by Magnific. and gifts. Fine clothes, bronze, even gold. His success was Poseidon's humiliation. Everyone would mock him. Zeus shook his head. The other gods looked up to Poseidon. They would never disrespect him. But if humans were disrespectful, well,

That was another matter. Poseidon could punish them himself. This was the answer that Poseidon had been waiting for. He had been longing to punish the humans, and he had only held back out of respect for Zeus. Now, what he really wanted to do was destroy the Fyatian's ship. That way, they would never help her take. traveler again. Zeus approved of Poseidon's plan and even made a suggestion. Why not turn the ship

to stone? Just as it was about to arrive in the harbor, Poseidon could transform the ship, right in front of the waiting crowd. What a shock that would be! And what a lesson to them! Poseidon wasted no time. Right away, he flew to the land of the Fyatians and waited for the ship's arrival. And then, just as it was heading towards the shore, Poseidon acted. In an instant, he turned the ship to stone. Every part of it, and with a swift movement of his palm, he bound the ship to the sea bed. Then, as quickly as he arrived, Poseidon flew away, disappearing into the clouds.

Meanwhile, on the shore, the watching crowd murmured among themselves. What exactly had happened? But King Alcinous understood, long ago, his father had told him that Poseidon hated the phyatians, because they helped travellers to return home. His father had said that, one day, the sea god would destroy a ship on its return, and now this prophecy had come true. Odysseus was the last traveller they would ever help.

With a sigh, Alcinamus said that there was nothing they could do, but ask the God for mercy. They should prepare a sacrifice and pray to Poseidon. Their fate was in his hands. Back on Ithaca, Odysseus finally woke up. refreshed after his long sleep. But as he looked around, he had no idea where he was. The goddess Athena had cast a silvery mist over the land. She didn't want Odysseus to return to his palace until she'd had a chance to talk to him. As Odysseus gazed at the unfamiliar landscape, The trees covered in mist. His heart sank. What land was this? It seemed the phyatians had betrayed him. Having promised to take him back to Ithaca, they'd left him on some other island. Perhaps they'd taken his gifts too. Odysseus went to the olive tree and checked the treasure.

eeped around its trunk. But no, they were all there. That was some consolation. But Odysseus still felt heart-sick. He paced up and down, wondering what to do next. Just then, a young man appeared from the trees and came towards him. At first he looked like a a shepherd. But he was finally dressed, with skin as soft as a princess. In his hand, he held a javelin. Odysseus greeted the young man eagerly. He was the first person Odysseus had seen, since arriving in this strange land. Where was he? Who lived in this place? Smiling, The young man replied that Odysseus must be a foreigner from a distant land. The island was well known.

Although it was small, there was plenty of grain and wine, and it was a good place for goats and cattle. Even in Troy, that faraway city, people knew the name of of Ithaca. Odysseus was overjoyed. He was in Ithaca after all. The phyatians had kept their word and brought him home. But Odysseus didn't want to reveal himself just yet. He didn't know who this young man was, or if he could be trusted. So, he invented a story telling the man that he came from Crete. He had an explanation for everything, including his hoard of treasure. It was a lively tale, one of murder, exile, epic journeys, and great misfortune. The young man listened, smiling all the while. When Odysseus came to the end of his tale, he took

took him by the hand, Odysseus stared in astonishment as the stranger's hand transformed before his eyes. From that of a young man to one of a goddess, soft and shining, the stranger's body transformed too. Now standing before Odysseus was a tall, beautiful. beautiful woman, carrying not a javelin, but a spear. It was the goddess, Athena. Her eyes glittered as she spoke. What a talented liar Odysseus was. Even here, in his own land, he continued to tell tales. But for all his talents, he had failed to recognize her.

Athena, daughter of Zeus. The goddess who had always watched out for him, she had been with him in the land of the Fyatians, making sure that they took good care of him. And now she was here to help him come up with a plan. It was important, said Athena, that Odysseus kept his his identity a secret for the time being. Further challenges awaited him on Ithaca. So, instead of rushing to announce his return, Odysseus must remain silent and listen to her advice. Reflecting on what Athena had said, Odysseus had mixed emotions. He recalled how the goddess had

helped him years ago at Troy. But when the Greeks had left Troy, there had been no sign of her, nor any other god. Odysseus had felt so alone, deserted by the gods. And yet it was true that Athena had helped him with the phyatians. Now, he didn't know what to think. Tell me, said Odysseus. Is this really Ithaca? He couldn't help but fear that he was being tricked.

Athena smiled. She was impressed by Odysseus' intelligence and intuition. Most men would rush home to their family, but Odysseus knew better. He was clever. cautious. Athena had never doubted that Odysseus would get home eventually. But she had kept a careful distance, intervening only when necessary. After all, she didn't want to anger her uncle, Poseidon.

He was still furious with Odysseus. After that incident with the same. Cyclops, Athena said that she would now show Odysseus exactly where he was on Ithaca. This was the bay of the sea god, Forces. Nearby was the sacred cave of the nymphs, the nereids. And just over there was the mountain of Nereton. The goddess stretched out her arm. and the silvery mist disappeared.

Now, Odysseus could see everything, the familiar trees, the green mountain. His beloved homeland, overcome by emotion, Odysseus bent down to kiss the earth. Then, kneeling on the grass, he made a prayer of gratitude. Now, said Athena, before they did anything else, they should make sure to hide Odysseus' treasure, the precious gifts from the phyatians. Together, they moved the treasure from the olive tree to the nymphs cave. Once everything was safely hidden away, they sealed to the entrance with a older. Next, Odysseus and Athena sat beneath the olive tree and talked at length. They needed to come up with a plan, as Athena explained. Odysseus's palace had been overtaken by arrogant

young men, the suitors. For the past few years, they had been living in the palace as if it were their own, and courting Odysseus' wife, Penelope. Of course, Penelope wanted nothing to do with them. She was loyally awaiting Odysseus's return. Odysseus was grateful to Athena for this information. If he hadn't known, he might have met the same fate as Agamemnon. Sorted on his return home, Odysseus agreed that they needed a strategy. Then, with the goddess on his side, he could fight off 300 men. Athena promised that she would stand beside him. She also had the perfect idea to keep Odysseus safe.

she would transform his appearance, disguising him as an old beggar in shabby clothes. Not even his own wife and son would recognize him. But before Odysseus approached to the palace, Athena recommended that he seek out Eumaeus, the swine herd. Yumaeus was a good, trustworthy man who loved Odysseus and his family. While Odysseus talked to Eumaus, Athena would travel to Sparta. There she would fetch Telemachus, Odysseus's son. He had gone to Sparta to look for news of his father. Odysseus was taken aback by this information.

Why, he asked Athena, had she not told Telemachus herself? In going to Sparta, Telemachus had left the suitors unsupervised in the palace and risked his own life. Athena did her best to reassure Odysseus. She told him that she had guided Telemachus' house. herself, and that all was well in Sparta. As they spoke, Telemachus was feasting with King Menelaus. It was true that the suitors planned to ambush Telemachus on his return, but Athena was not worried. She had a feeling things would turn out all right.

Then Athena took her wand and tapped Odysseus on the shoulder. His strong muscular body transformed in an instant. His hair turned grey and his skin wrinkled. He now looked like an old man in tattered clothes, complete with a walking stick. Now that Odysseus was safely disguised, they could go their separate ways. Athena took to the air. She was on her way to Sparta, where she would fetch Telemachus. Odysseus, on the other hand, made his way on foot.

Walking through the woods, he soon came to the swineherds yard. Yumeus was sitting on his porch, crafting some sandals out of oxhide. In the yard were dozens of pigs, some snuffling at the ground, others dozing in the shade. There were guard dogs too patrolling the edge of the yard. When they spotted Odysseus, they began barking. But before they could rush at him, Eumaeus shouted at the dogs, who quickly retreated. The swineherd then came to the gate and spoke to Odysseus. Of course, because of his disguise, Eumaeus didn't realize that he was speaking to his own master.

He took Odysseus for an elder. orderly beggar. It was a good thing, said Eumaeus, that the dogs hadn't attacked. The swineherd explained that he had had troubles enough as it was. His master had been missing for years. Eumaeus then invited Odysseus to join him for some food and wine. He wanted to hear the stranger's story. to find out where he came from and what had brought him here. Eumaeus then prepared a comfortable seat for them both, spreading a soft goat-skin over a heap of twigs and leaves.

Odysseus was touched by this warm welcome, and gave the swineherd his heartfelt thanks. Eumaeus replied that it was simply the right thing to do. To treat all guests well, no matter who they were or where they came from. He was just a humble swineherd with little to offer. But what he did have, he shared gladly. Still, said Eumaeus, life was still. was difficult for servants like him, especially with his master missing, if only Odysseus was still here to take care of him.

He had been such a good master, but after all this time, the poor man must surely be dead. Eumaeus shook his head and sighed. he went off to prepare a meal for his guest. A hot, party dish and a cup of sweet wine. As Odysseus ate with relish, Eumas spoke of the troubles at the palace. It had been taken over by young men, the suitors who believed that Odysseus would never return. They were greedy men, eating all day long. Eumaeus and the other herdsmen could hardly keep up with their demands. They wanted the best pig, the best goat.

Hearing this, Odysseus was already plotting his revenge. But he didn't want to reveal too much to Eumaeus, so he listened in silence. At last, however, he couldn't resist dropping a hint. He told Eumaeus that he'd travelled widely these past few years. Perhaps he had some news of Odysseus, but Eumaeus was skeptical. He was sure that Odysseus was dead, his bones lying on some faraway beach. He had already grieved him. The man who was more like a brother than a master, Odysseus was moved, but he chose his words carefully.

He told Eumaeus to have faith. Odysseus was still alive. He was sure of it. Soon he would come home and take his revenge on those who had disrespected his family, Eumaeus shook his head. Odysseus would not be coming home, so they should talk of other, happier things. As Eumaeus refilled their cups, he asked his guest to share stories of his own adventures. Where was he from? And how did he end up on Ithaca? Odysseus was quick. to come up with a story.

He invented a whole other life, claiming to be from Crete. Then he spoke of the Trojan War, and how afterwards he was cursed by the gods and suffered a shipwreck. So the story wasn't a total invention. Odysseus also spoke of the people he'd met and the stories he'd heard. On his travels, he'd met a king. The king had told him about one of his

recent guests. A man named Odysseus. It seemed that Odysseus was still alive, still traveling, as Eumaeus listened to these tales. He was troubled. He just couldn't believe. He just couldn't believe that Odysseus was still alive, and this wasn't the first time he had heard such tales. Others had come to Ithaca in the past, claiming to have seen his master. One visitor had sworn that Odysseus would be back by the summer, along with his entire crew, but summer had come and gone, with no sign of Odysseus. Then autumn, then winter, year after year, Eumaeus did not believe his guest's story. A tall tale, if there ever was one, the two men had been talking for so long that it was almost time for dinner. The other herdsman

arrived in the yard, driving the pigs into their pens, as Eumaeus greeted the men. He told him that they had a guest. They must prepare their best pig and have a splendid feast. In the palace, the suitors were always feasting. So it was only right that they too indulged once in a while. Eumaeus was an excellent cook, and he made sure to give Odysseus the best bit. The most delicious piece of meat. Once again, Odysseus was touched by the swineherd's generosity. He thanked Eumaeus warmly. May Zeus bless him for his kindness. After the feast, everybody's thoughts turned to bed. The herdsmen were weary after a long day in the fields.

At night, even with a fire blazing, the cottage where Yumeus lived was a little draughty, ever curious. Odysseus couldn't help put wonder if there was a limit to his host's generosity. As a test, he told Eumaeus another story. About a cold night at Troy, where he had forgotten his cloak, he said that he had spoken to Odysseus, who had come up with a clever trick,

allowing him to take another man's cloak, wrapped up warmly. He was then able to sleep in comfort. Eumeyas was impressed by his guest's story. Of course, he still didn't believe that Odysseus was alive, but he appreciated a good tale, and come to think of it, it was a rather cold evening. Eumaeus would give his guest an extra cloak to keep him warm. Odysseus smiled, pleased by this. show of kindness.

Eumaeus really was a good man. The swineherd prepared a bed for Odysseus near the fire. He even tucked him in, covering him with the warm, thick cloak. As for Eumaeus himself, he preferred to sleep near the pigs, staying close to them all night long, wrapped in a cloak, he set off to join his animals. Meanwhile, Odysseus lie in his cosy bed by the fire. He could feel his eyes growing heavier and heavier. Within moments, he was fast asleep.

The ship was approaching Ithaca, slowly gliding toward shore. On board were Telemachus and his companions. After a visit from the goddess Athena, who had told him to return home, Telemachus had left Sparta immediately. Athena's words had filled him with a sense of urgency. She'd warned him that the suitors, the men who wished to marry his mother, Penelope, would soon ruined the palace. They were working their way through everything he owned, and that wasn't all. Some of the suitors were planning an ambush. They wanted to kill Telemachus before he could return,

but thanks to the goddess's warning, Telemachus had made it safely to Ithaca. At last, here he was back home. After mooring the ship, Telemachus and his men settled down on the beach for their evening meal. As they ate, Telemachus spoke of his troubles. The suitors who refused to leave the palace. He hoped they met a bitter fate, just as he said these words. A bird appeared to in the sky. A hawk, messenger of the god Apollo. In its talents, it held a pigeon. The hawk had appeared on Telemachus's right-hand side. At once, all the men realized what this was. A good omen sent by the gods. Telemachus and his family would rule over Ithaca forever. His spirits lifted.

Telemachus decided that it was time to move on. Now that he'd eaten and rested, he was ready to follow Athena's instructions. Instead of returning to the palace, she had told Telemachus to go to the swineherd, Eumaeus. and spent the night at his cottage. He was a good, loyal man. Meanwhile, Eumaeus and Odysseus were sitting outside by the fire. Odysseus, who had been Eumaeus's guest for the past few days, was still disguised as an old beggar. The swineherd had no idea that this mysterious stranger was actually his master, the two men talked together over cups of wine, while the dogs lay nearby. Some dozed, twitching in their sleep, while others

kept watch. All of a sudden, the dogs sat up. Someone was approaching, but as a As they didn't bark, it must be someone they knew. Eumaeus and Odysseus followed the dog's gaze and saw a figure emerge from the trees. Although twenty years had passed, Odysseus recognized him immediately. It was Telemachus, his own beloved son. When Odysseus had left Ithaca, Telemachus was just a baby. Now he was all grown up, and he looked just like his father. Odysseus was overcome with emotion. But he couldn't show his feelings just yet. He was still in disguise. Instead, he watched in silence as Eumaeus ran to greet Telemachus.

who was like a son to him. Eumaeus was so relieved to see him, safely returned from Sparta. The two men embraced. When Telemachus caught sight of Odysseus, he greeted him with a smile. He was a polite young man, always friendly to strangers.

Then, the three men, settled down by the fire and enjoyed a simple meal of bread, meat, and wine. Telemachus explained the reason for his visit he had come to see Emaeus first, to ask for news of his mother and an update on the suitors. Eumaeus reassured Telemachus that Penelope was still loyal. But those arrogant men were still there, as always. They refused to leave until she agreed to marry one of them. Odysseus, whom Eumaeus introduced as a visitor from Crete, spoke with Telemachus at length,

discussing what to do about the suitors. It was a sad situation indeed. Then, Telemachus asked Eumaeus for a favor to go to the palace as a messenger and tell Penelope that her son had arrived home safely. But Eumaeus must be discreet. He should only tell Penelope. It was best that the suitors were kept in the dark. Meanwhile, Telemachus would stay at the cottage and come up with a plan of action.

So, Eumaeus strapped on his sandals and made his way towards town. Telemachus and Odysseus were now alone, but for the dogs, and the goddess Athena, who now made her appearance, she stood outside by the doorway, tall and radiant. Only Odysseus could see her, but the dogs could sense her presence, and they began to whine. While Telemachus remained indoors, Odysseus stepped outside to greet the goddess. Odysseus, said Athena, it is time for you to reveal yourself to your son. Together, you must come up with a plan to get rid of the suitors once and for all.

Taking out her golden wand, she tapped him on the shoulder. In an instant, Odysseus transformed. Instead of looking like an old beggar, he was himself again. A muscular man with a dark beard. dressed in a fine cloak and tunic. As the goddess flew away, Odysseus went back indoors. Astonished, Telemachus lowered his gaze. He wondered if he was in the presence of a god. Who was this man? Had he come down from the heavens? Odysseus laughed and told Telemachus to look him in the eye. He wasn't a god. He was his father, but Telemachus could not believe it. He looked up,

incredulous. How was it possible? Just a moment ago, Odysseus had looked completely different. It was Athena's doing, Odysseus explained. The gods could transform anyone's appearance. At last, Telemachus was convinced. Father and son threw their arms around each other, and wept, overjoyed to be reunited. They had so much to talk about. Telemachus wanted to know all about Odysseus' travels, How he had reached Ithaca, Odysseus shared a few details, explaining that the fiatians had brought him home, and that his treasure was safely hidden away in a cave. There was much more to tell, but that could wait for later.

Now, said Odysseus, they must talk strategy. How many suitors were at the palace? and would they be able to fight them alone? Together, father and son began to come up with a plan. They would hide all the weapons in the palace and ask the gods for help with Zeus and Athena on their side. They could surely defeat the suitors.

For the time being, it was agreed that Odysseus would keep his identity a secret. Only Telemachus should know the truth. That evening, Eumaeus returned to his cottage. Athena had changed Odysseus's appearance, so he looked like an old man once again. Telemachus was pleased to see Eumaeus. He hoped that he had delivered his message to Penelope, and perhaps he had some news about the suitors. Yumeas reassured to Lemicus that his mother was well and happy to hear news of his safe return. As for the suitors, they were still hanging about the palace.

Yumaeus had also caught sight of a ship in the harbour. From a distance it was hard to tell. he suspected that the men on board were suitors too, the ones who had planned to ambush Telemachus. It looked like they too would soon be back at the palace. Eumaeus then began to prepare dinner, while his back was turned. Father and son exchanged a knowing smile after a hearty meal in good company. It was time to enjoy another of life's great pleasures.

The gift of sleep. In the morning, Telemachus decided that he was ready to head home. He would go to the palace alone, while Emaeus could take care of Odysseus, or rather the beggar. So Telemachus put on his sandals and picked up his spear. before making his way through the woods. When he reached the palace, the first person he encountered was Euryklaea. The faithful old servant, she was in the middle of preparing a room, covering the chairs with soft fleeces.

When she looked up and saw the prince in the doorway, beaming, she ran to her. embrace him. The other women of the household soon followed, flocking to greet Telemachus. Hearing the commotion, Penelope came down from her bedroom. She too embraced Telemachus and kissed him all over. Her dear son, home at last, while Telemachus was at the palace. speaking to his mother and keeping an eye on the suitors. Yumeus and Odysseus made their way into town, but even before they reached the palace, they had an unfortunate encounter, as they were passing by a fountain. They bumped into Malanthius, a goat-herd and friend of the suitors, seeing Odysseus, whom he took from

for a beggar, Melanthius spoke scornfully. He had no patience with scroungers. As Melanthius continued to jeer at him, Odysseus managed to keep his temper. But it didn't bode well, if this was how one man treated him. The suitors were likely to be similarly hostile. There were disadvantage to being disguised as a beggar, but when the palace came into view, all other thoughts disappeared. Odysseus's heart swelled as he gazed at his home, a grand estate with marble columns, surrounded by olive groves and fruit trees. From within, he could hear the sound of music, a bard.

was strumming a liar, keeping the suitors entertained as they feasted, while it made him sick at heart to think that these men had taken over his property. Odysseus was still eager to enter. He had been dreaming of this moment for years, but as he was heading towards the entrance, He noticed a dog resting in the shade. It was an old hunting dog with speckled fur and a white muzzle. As they gazed at each other, the dog began to wag its tail. And Odysseus realized with a rush of emotion who it was. Argos, his very own pet, Odysseus, his very own pet, Odysseus.

went over to stroke him as he ran his hands through the dog's fur. He reflected on the passing of time. When he'd left Ithaca, Argos was just a puppy, and Telemachus an infant. Now that Odysseus was home again, he would have to make up for lost time. When Odysseus followed to Emaeus inside the palace. He was appalled by what he saw. All these men, these uninvited guests, eating and drinking at his table, as though they owned the place. While the suitors feasted, Odysseus made his way around the table, begging for scraps. Some of the men took pity on him, while others were rude and.

scornful, one of the suitors, Antinous, was particularly disrespectful. He told Odysseus to go away and stop spoiling their feast. As tempers flared, the two men came to blows. Antinous picked up a stool and threw it at Odysseus. the other suitors were shocked. Besides, you could never tell, perhaps the beggar was a god in disguise. As these scenes unfolded, Yumeus and Telemachus watched on in dismay. They didn't want to make matters worse by getting involved. From her bedroom, Penelope heard the raised voices. When her servants told her what was going on, she sighed.

Antinous was the worst of the mall. As Penelope reflected on the incident, an idea came to her. She summoned Yumeus and asked him to bring the beggar to her room. From the stories he was telling, it sounded as though the stranger had travelled far. Perhaps he had news of her beloved Odysseus. Eumae smiled. Indeed, he said, this stranger was full of stories. He had been entertaining the swineharts with his lively tales.

This man also claimed that Odysseus was still alive and on his way home. If only, said Penelope, how wonderful it would be if Odysseus returned, and he and his son took revenge on the suitors. Just then, Telemachus, who was standing nearby, let out a loud sneeze that echoed through the room. Penelope was delighted. This sneeze was surely a divine omen. A sign that the suitors were doomed.

Downstairs, Yumeas spoke with Odysseus. He explained that Penelope was desperate for news of her husband, but Odysseus would not go to her just yet. He was afraid of the suitors, these rowdy men who were quickly provoked. to violence, it was safest to wait until nightfall. By then, at least some of the suitors might have left, and he could talk to Penelope by the fireside. After relaying this message to Penelope, Eumaeus spoke with Telemachus.

He said that it was time he headed home, so he could watch over the point. pigs, Eumaeus patted the prince on the shoulder and told him to take care of himself. As Telemachus watched the swineherd walk through the door, he sighed wistfully. If only the other men would also take their leave. For the rest of the evening, the suitors continued feasting, and the more they drank, the more they drank, the more of the rest of the evening. The suitors continued feasting, and the more they drank, the more they amused themselves by jeering at Odysseus. Sometimes Odysseus let his temper get the better of him. But for the most part, he tried to remain stoic, biding his time.

Towards the end of the evening, however, the atmosphere was becoming increasingly uncomfortable. Enough, said Telemachus. The suitors had finished their dinner, and it was high time they went home, hearing Telemachus speak. In his calm, confident manner, the suitors were taken aback. The young man had a new air of authority, and to the prince's relief, the men listened to him. After one more round of drinks and libations to the gods, the suitors filed out of the door, returning home to their own beds. Now that they were alone in the hall, Odysseus and Telemachus could speak freely.

Odysseus gave his son instructions in preparation for the upcoming battle. He must make arrangement with the servants and keep the women safely locked up in their rooms. He should also put away all the weapons and make sure they were locked up too. So Telemachus began to gather all the helmets, shields and spears that were on display throughout the palace. As he collected the weapons, the goddess Athena shone her. hidden lamp, which filled the room with a golden light. Telemachus looked around in wonder. It was as though a fire had been lit from within, illuminating the walls and columns, all the way

up to the wooden crossbeams on the ceiling. There was only one explanation. A god was in the palace. Once Telemachus had carried out his duties, he went to bed. Odysseus remained in the hall, resting by the fireside. Meanwhile, the female servants began to tidy up, clearing the table and sweeping the floor. The suitors had made quite a mess. Now that the men had gone, Penelope felt free to come down to the hall. and sit in her usual place by the fire. It was the most luxurious chair. Covered with a cozy fleece, Penelope made herself comfortable, propping up her feet on the nearby footstool. Then she turned

her attention to the stranger sitting opposite and began to question him. Where did he come from? Who were his family? Odysseus answered carefully. Penelope had every right to question him. He was a guest in her house, after all, but he could not speak about his family. It was too painful. Penelope then spoke of her own suffering. How she missed her husband, who had left so long ago.

she had remained loyal all these years. But the suitors were relentless, pressuring her to pick one of them. Somehow, Penelope felt comfortable with this stranger. She opened up and told him about one of her schemes. Once, in desperation, she had played a trick on the suitors. She began to weave a shroud. telling the men that once it was finished, she would choose one of them for her husband. During the day she worked at her loom, but at night by the light of the torch,

she unravelled it. The shroud would never be finished. She kept up this trick for three years until she was caught in the act. Now she was running out of time. and ideas. She didn't want to marry, but she didn't know what else to do. Penelope let out a heavy sigh. Perhaps it was better not to dwell on such things. She preferred to hear other people's stories rather than talk of her own troubles. Once again, she asked the stranger to tell her about himself. Where did he come from? He must have been born somewhere. He didn't spring from a rock or a tree like some character in a myth. Odysseus launched into the same story he'd told Emaeus. He explained that he came from Crete, where he once encountered Odysseus.

As Penelope listened to the story, tears came to her eyes. She wept for her husband. Not knowing that he was right beside her, Odysseus was also deeply moved. But he did not want to reveal himself just yet, even as Penelope cried. He did his best to control his emotions. Once she was calmer, Penelope began to ask questions. She wanted to believe the stranger's story, but she didn't know if she could trust him. What did Odysseus look like? And what about his clothes? At first, Odysseus pretended that he couldn't remember.

It was so long ago. But now it was slowly coming back to him. He recalled that Odysseus had worn a purple cloak, fastened by a golden brooch. Engraved on the brooch was the image of a dog wrestling with a fawn. He also remembered Odysseus's tunic, as soft and white as the skin of a dried onion. now that he thought about it, he recalled something else. Odysseus had been accompanied by his herald, a dark-skinned, curly-haired man named Euribbates. When Penelope heard these details, she began to weep once more. Now she knew that the stranger was telling the truth. She remembered Euribetis,

She could picture the purple cloak too and the brooch that she had once fastened with her own hands. But she would never see her husband again. She was sure of that. Odysseus tried to comfort her. He told her of rumours he had heard that her husband was still travelling. the only reason he had not yet returned was that he was trying to acquire more wealth. He wanted to come back to Ithaca as a rich man, looking Penelope in the eye, Odysseus made a promise.

He swore by Zeus, the greatest of all gods, that her husband was safe and would soon be home by the waxing of the new moon. Odysseus would return. While Penelope had her doubts, she was grateful to the stranger. She could see that he was a good man, and as her guest, she would ensure that he was treated well. Life was short after all. The only thing that truly mattered, was kindness. Penelope began to summon her servants and give orders. They should prepare a bath for this guest and a soft bed with crisp, clean sheets. But Odysseus shook his head. There was no need, he said. He could sleep anywhere, and he didn't feel like bathing. Still, a footbath would be much appreciated.

Perhaps there was a servant as old and weary as himself. Someone he could relate to, Penelope nodded. She knew just the person. Euryclair, this faithful servant had nursed Odysseus as a newborn, After summoning Euryclea, Penelope left the hall. Odysseus was alone with his old nurse, who greeted him as though he were a stranger. And yet, he bore a strange resemblance to her master. More than any man she'd met, having filled a basin with warm water, Eurichlaea bent down.

and began to wash his feet as her hands moved up towards his ankles. Odysseus realized what was about to happen. Any moment now, her fingers would brush against his scar. When Odysseus was a child, he had gone hunting on Mount Parnassas, where he was wounded by a boar. The animal's tusk pierced his scyce his scyce. skin, leaving a lasting scar. Euryclair continued to massage Odysseus' leg.

Until she reached that large, distinctive scar, she gasped, and in her astonishment she let go of his leg. As the basin tipped over, water pooled across the floor. My dear child, said Euryclair, is it really you? There was no way to convince her otherwise. The secret was out. Odysseus warned Euryclea that she must not tell anyone that he had returned. Not even Penelope.

After swearing to secrecy, Euriclaea went to fetch more water as she bathed and oiled his feet, they continued their conversation in a whisper. In case anyone should overhear, but after Euryklaea left, the hall was silent. Odysseus shuffled his chair closer to the fire, basking in its warmth. At long last, he could relax, resting his feet on the nearby stall, and covering himself with the soft fleece, Odysseus sank back into the chair, and then, lolled by the crackling of the fire, he drifted into sleep. Just as Odysseus had drifted into sleep, he gradually drifted out of it. The sound of footsteps slowly returned him to the waking world.

At first, he thought it might be Euryklaea. Before falling asleep, he had spoken to his old nurse. She now knew the secret of his identity. But as Odysseus opened his eyes, he saw that it was Penelope coming towards him. Penelope, his beloved wife. But Odysseus was still disguised as a beggar. He didn't want to reveal himself just yet. Penelope sat in the chair opposite Odysseus and spoke once more of her troubles.

Should she marry one of the suitors? Of course she didn't want to, but she was under so much pressure. Then, looking Odysseus in the eye, Penelope spoke of a strange dream she'd had. She dreamt that twenty geese came to the palace. She was happy to see them pecking at the grain on the ground. Then out of nowhere, an eagle swooped down and killed the geese. In the dream, Penelope wept, while the women gathered around. around her, but then the eagle returned. It perched on a roofbeam and spoke to her.

Queen, said the eagle. This is not a dream, but of vision. Penelope then woke up. Now, she asked Odysseus how he would interpret her dream. Odysseus smiled and said the meaning was clear. Her husband would return and the suitors would be abolished, but Penelope was not so convinced. Dreams could be confusing, and not all of them came true, so as it seems she had no other choice, she had come up with a plan to choose a husband from among the suitors. She would set up with a set up a contest with twelve axes, and challenge the suitors to string a bow and shoot through all the axes. If any man succeeded, she would agree to marry him, as Penelope reflected on her plan.

She sighed. It was hard to imagine herself leaving this palace. the home where she had been so happy. If she left, she was sure it would haunt her dreams. Odysseus told Penelope that her plan for the contest was a good one. And he had a hunch that before anyone succeeded in shooting the arrow, Odysseus would return. She smiled wistfully. Then, as she got to her feet, she said that it was time she went to bed.

Unlike the gods, humans sometimes had to sleep. Penelope went upstairs, accompanied by her servants. Once she was alone in her bedroom, she shed a few tears for her husband, ever since he had left. All those years ago, she had wept for him. But the goddess Athena took pity on Penelope and cast sleep upon her. Odysseus, meanwhile, was wide awake. A bed had been prepared for him by the palace entrance, made from woolen fleeces and a warm blanket. But Odysseus could not sleep.

His mind raced as he thought of the battle ahead. He longed to fight the suitors and to finally take revenge. As Odysseus tossed and turned, he became aware of a presence. The goddess Athena was standing beside him, shining in the dark. She asked Odysseus why he was still awake. He had no reason to be so restless now that he was back in his own home under the same roof as his wife and son. This was what he had longed for for so many years. True, said Odysseus, but he couldn't help but plan his attack and think of strategies.

There was also another thought that was starting to weigh on him. If all the suitors were killed, what then? There would surely be consequences, repercussions. Athena smiled, her eyes glittering. Odysseus should have learned to trust her by now. She was a goddess who had watched over him through our all his trials. She would protect him, no matter what, now, said Athena, he must go to sleep. He needed to be well rested, so he was ready for whatever awaited him tomorrow.

Odysseus closed his eyes. And soon, thanks to Athena's magic, he was fast asleep. When dawn arrived, bright and golden, Odysseus awoke in confusion. For a moment, he thought Penelope was right beside him, but then he remembered where he was, not in his bedroom with his wife, but in a makeshift bed by the palace entrance. Once Odysseus was fully awake, he made his way to the court. There, he raised his arms to the heavens, and prayed to Zeus, king of the gods. Father Zeus, said Odysseus, if you have brought me back home for a reason, if this is my fate, give me a sign.

Zeus heard him. As a clap of thunder rolled across the sky, Odysseus said, Odysseus said him. smiled. The rest of the household was soon awake and at work. Men and women began to grind grain for the day's meals. Some servants chopped wood or went to fetch water from the spring, while others swept the floors. Soon the suitors would begin another feast. Meanwhile, Odysseus wandered to the field. just outside the palace, where he encountered some familiar faces. Three herdsmen passed by with their animals.

One was the swineherd Eumaeus, who greeted him warmly. Another was Melanthius, the goat-herd and friend of the suitors, who had been rude to Odysseus the day before. Once again, he jeered at him, telling him to beg elsewhere. The third man was another herdsman, Veloidius, who looked at Odysseus with curiosity. Like the others, he had no clue who he was. Veloideus took Odysseus for a stranger down on his lack. and yet somehow the man looked like a king. He had a noble bearing. Once his cows were safely tied up,

Veloideus shook Odysseus's hand, and they talked for a while. Veloidius spoke wistfully about his absent lord. Odysseus had been such a good master, if only he would come back. With a wry smile, Odysseus said that he would swear an oath. He vowed in Zeus's name that Odysseus would come home soon, and that the suitors would leave, never to return.

The suitors, of course, had no idea what was in store for them. They were already settling down for their next banquet. it, helping themselves to bread, meat, and wine. Odysseus, still disguised as a beggar, joined them at the table. Telemachus spoke sternly, ordering the suitors to treat him with respect. This man was a guest at the palace, but as the suitors ate and drank, they became increasingly rowdy. Some of them mocked Odysseus and held things in his direction. Telemachus tried to stop them, but the men were out of control.

Then the goddess Athena intervened. She cast a spell over the suitors, making them laugh uncontrollably. They were all gripped by the same sinister vision. It seemed that the meat they ate was oozing with blood. As the men continued to cackle, another guest spoke. His name was Theo Climminus, and he was a prophet. He said that he too had a vision. The palace walls covered in blood.

a courtyard full of ghosts, and a dark mist blocking out the sun. The suitors laughed at the prophet's speech, but he remained calm. He could see perfectly well what was coming for the suitors, and they had brought it on themselves. Now, there was no escape, but as the prophet left the table, the suitors remained oblivious, laughing and joking among themselves. They never tired of cheering at Odysseus and teasing Telemachus, but Father and Son kept their tempers, biding their time. They knew that this was the suitor's final meal.

As the feast continued, a flash of inspiration came to Penelope, sent by the goddess Athena. Penelope went to the storeroom where Odysseus's treasure was kept. Among the bronze and gold was an assortment of weapons, including a bow. The bow had been precious to Odysseus, as it was a gift from a dear friend. Rather than take it to war, Odysseus had kept it safely stored in his palace, in memory of his friend. Now in the storeroom, Penelope opened each chest until she found what she was looking for, and here it was.

Her beloved husband's bow, tears came to her eyes as she picked it up, along with the quiver of arrows. Then she summoned the servants to go through the other chests and take out twelve axes. It was time to set up the competition. With the bow in her arms, Penelope went to the hall. where the suitors were eating. Listen, she said. And the room fell silent. Penelope announced that there would be a contest.

She herself was the prize. The challenge was to string this bow, which belonged to Odysseus. If anyone succeeded, the next step was to shoot an arrow through all 12 axes. The victor would win Penelope's hand in marriage. With that, Penelope ordered the herdsmen to set up the twelve axes in the hall. When Eumaeus and Veloideus saw their master's bow, they were deeply moved. Antinous, one of the worst suitors of all, mocked the herdsmen, calling them foolish peasant. peasants. Then he proudly declared that he would take part in the contest. Of course, it would be

no easy feat when Antenuous was a child. He had once seen Odysseus use this bow. He had never forgotten it, but before Antenoous could pick up the bow, Telemachus said that he would be the first to string it, or to try at least. The 12 axes were neatly lined up in a row. They were positioned vertically with the handles attached to the floor and the axe heads in the air. The holes in the axe heads were perfectly aligned, so a single arrow could be shot through all 12, but the But first, the bow had to be strung. Using all his strength, Telemachus tried to bend the bow, to hook the string in place. Three times he felt as though he was coming close.

But on the fourth attempt, Odysseus shook his head, and Telemachus gave up, with a weary He admitted that he was too weak. It was the suitors' turn to try. The men lined up to take on the challenge. One by one they tried. And one by one, they failed. They couldn't even string the bow, let alone shoot an arrow through the axes, even when they tried to soften the wood.

warming it by the fire and greasing it with fat. The bow was almost impossible to bend while the contest continued. The two herdsmen, Eumaeus and Peloidius, went outside for some fresh air. Odysseus followed them, and once they were a safe distance from the palace, he asked the men a question. What would they do if Odysseus suddenly returned home? The herdsman replied that they were both praying for such a day. May the gods guide Odysseus home. Then he would see that they were both ready to fight for him. Well, said Odysseus, in that case there was something they should know, He was Odysseus. After twenty years of wandering, he had returned home.

He was pleased to see that the herdsman had remained loyal. One day he would reward them both with houses of their own. The two men looked wide-eyed and incredulous. Odysseus could see that they needed proof. He said, pulling at his rags. Here was the scar on his leg left by a boar's tusk many years ago. The herdsman stared at the scar and then burst into tears of joy, throwing their arms around Odysseus.

After a warm embrace, the men began to make plans. The battle was about to begin. When Odysseus picked up the bow, that was to be their signal. Eumaeus should see to the women and make sure they were safely locked in their rooms. And in the meantime, Philoetius would lock the palace gates. After this conversation, the three men went back inside, where the contest was still going. on. None of the suitors had succeeded in stringing the bow, and they were becoming increasingly frustrated. Antinous suggested that they take a break. This was Apollo's feast day, after

all. So why not have a drink? They could make libations to the God, and at dawn the next day, After a sacrifice to honour the Lord of Archery, they could resume the contest. The other suitors agreed, and called to the servants to start preparing the wine, thinking quickly, Odysseus spoke to Antinous. He asked if he could have a try at stringing the bow. He was curious to see if he saw if he saw. still had some of the strength of his youth, but Antinous responded rudely. He told Odysseus that, as a beggar, he should be grateful he was even allowed at the table. So, said Antinous,

eat, drink, and be quiet. Then Penelope spoke up. This man was a guest, she said. They must treat him with respect. Besides, why shouldn't he have a go? The suitors had nothing to fear. Even if the beggar was successful, it wasn't as though Penelope would marry him, but the suitors were afraid of being humiliated. Just imagine what people would say if some old beggar managed to string the bow. when everyone else had failed.

Still, Penelope insisted. The beggar must be given a chance. And if, with Apollo's blessing, he managed to string the bow, Penelope would reward him. She would give him a new cloak and tunic, some sandals and a sword to keep him safe, Listening to this, Telemachus realized that he had to intervene, for Penelope's own safety, he told his mother that only he could oversee the contest.

He was the man of the house, and this was men's work. Penelope must go upstairs to the women's quarters. While Penelope was a little taken aback, she obeyed her son. A moment later, the swineherd Yumeus picked up the bow. There was an uproar among the suitors. Who did he think he was? He should be outside with the pigs. For a moment, Yumaeus hesitated.

Telemachus called out to encourage him. So Eumaeus crossed the hall and gave the bow to Odysseus. Afterwards he quickly left the room and went to find the old servant Euryclair. He told her to lock the door that led to the hall and to make sure that the women stayed upstairs. They would be safe there. Veloidius had also done his duty, locking the palace gates. Then the two herdsmen returned to the hall, where the next round of the contest was about to begin. Odysseus took his time, running his hands over the bow, and checking that it was still in good condition.

The suitors scoffed at him. Look at this beggar, acting like an expert archer. But then, with the graceful ease of a musician tuning his lyre, Odysseus strung the bow. He plucked the string, and a sweet sound echoed through the room, like the song of a swallow. The suitors turned pale, and thunder rumbled in the skies. Then Odysseus picked up an arrow, took aim, and shot. The arrow flew through the hole of each axe head, before hitting the wall on the other side of the room.

So, said Odysseus, it seems that I'm still strong after all. Now, let's begin the feast. The sooner we start, the sooner we can enjoy the celebration that follows. Then he signalled to Telemachus, who picked up his own weapons, and came to stand beside his father. They were ready now, as Antenouas turned to take a sip of wine. An arrow shot right through him. He never saw it coming.

Antinimus fell to the ground, and the rest of the suitors turned towards Odysseus in shock and anger. They couldn't believe that this old beggar had killed one of the finest young men in Ithaca. Oedis, who still held the bow, spoke calmly. You thought I would never return from Troy. You took over my house and disrespected my wife and the gods, but I'm back now, and this is where it ends. The suitors trembled in fear.

Some began to beg for their life. while others reached for weapons, but they were too late, and Odysseus was too quick. He let the arrows fly without mercy, and so the battle began. While Odysseus was the best fighter, he wasn't alone. Telemachus fought beside him, and so did his loyal servants. Emaeus and Philoetius, the goddess Athena was there too. At first she mingled among them, disguised as a mortal man. Then she took the form of a swallow and flew up to the roof beam. From there she watched over Odysseus, keeping him safe and making sure that the suit

The suitors' spears missed their target. While some of the suitors had their own spears, others fought with weapons they'd stolen from the palace. Bronze swords clashed, sharp spears glittered and pierced, and swift arrows flew from the hall. Few were spared. Only the innocent, like the bard, Femius, who had been forced to entertain the suitors with his music, placing his lyre on the ground. He sank to his knees before Odysseus and begged for his life. The bard survived, and so did the other loyal servants of the household. The others were compelled, compelled to meet their fates.

The battle dragged on until nightfall. By the end, the hall was just as the prophet had predicted, almost unrecognizable. So once it was finally over, Odysseus summoned the servants. They must clean up and put things in order. So the hall was restored to its former glory. Odysseus himself would start a fire. The smoke would purify the palace, as the clouds of smoke drifted from room to room. Euryklaea unlocked the doors of the women's quarters, although they had heard the battle.

They had seen nothing. The women came down the stairs with torches in their hands, looking around in astonishment. When they saw Odysseus, they did not recognize him as their master. But they knew that this was the man who had saved them. The women flocked around the stranger, greeting him warmly, and a man. And Odysseus, who knew them all, came close to weeping. Euryclair went back upstairs with a spring in her step. It was as though she was a young woman once more.

She went to Penelope's bedroom and found her sleeping. After waking her gently, Euriclaea shared the wonderful news. Odysseus had come home. He was right here inside the palace, and he had got rid of the suitors once and for all, but Penelope didn't believe it. The poor old woman had surely lost her mind. She even found herself resenting Euryclair for waking her from the soundest of sleeps. but Euryclair insisted. Odysseus was here, disguised as a beggar. Telemachus knew the truth, but he had kept his father's secret.

Hearing this, Penelope was filled with joy. She leapt up and embraced Euryclair, who told her the story of the battle. But as Penelope listened, She became doubtful once more. How was it possible that Odysseus had defeated so many men? It couldn't be true. Perhaps a god had killed the suitors, angered by their pride and disrespect. Euryklaea shook her head.

It was Odysseus, and she had evidence that it was truly, him. With her own hands, she had touched the scar left by the boar's tusk. It was him, and soon Penelope would see for herself. Although she couldn't believe it, Penelope agreed to meet the man who had battled the suitors. As she walked downstairs, she felt conflicted. She didn't know whether to keep her distance or to approach this man, the stranger who claimed to be her husband, and kiss him. Odysseus was sitting in a chair near the fire. Penelope sat opposite, but said nothing. Looking at his face, she thought she saw traces of her husband, but then again he looked so different.

and he was dressed in rags. Telemachus stood nearby. At last, exasperated. He asked his mother what was holding her back. He couldn't understand why she was being so cold and distant towards her own husband. Penelope didn't know what to say. She wasn't even sure how she felt. But, she said, if this man really was Odysseus, she would find a way to recognize him.

There were things they shared, things that only they knew. Odysseus smiled and told Telemachus to be patient. Canelope needed time. And perhaps she needed to test him in her own way. In another room, Odysseus took a bath, before changing into a fresh cloak and tunic. The goddess Athena worked her magic too, making him look taller, younger, and more handsome. Just as a craftsman makes beautiful objects with gold and silver, Athena transformed Odysseus.

He now looked like a god, but when he returned to the room where Penelope sat, she remained silent. Odysseus was disappointed. After twenty years, this was the welcome he got from his wife. Her heart must be made of iron. Then he turned to Euryclae and asked the servant to prepare him a bed for the night. But before she could leave, Penelope gave additional instructions. Euraclayer should move the bed that her husband had built. The stranger could sleep there.

Penelope's words were a test. And sure enough, Odysseus was outraged. That bed could not be moved. Odysseus had built it himself, using an olive tree that grew inside the courtyard. He had built the room around it, and then the bed. Odysseus had skilfully turned the olive tree into a bedpost, trimming the branches and smoothing the wood. The trunk of the olive tree, tree was the first bedpost. He had made three others, inlaid with gold, silver, and ivory. He hoped his bed was still there, inseparable from the olive tree, just as he had made it.

As Penelope listened to Odysseus speak, she began to cry, and when he had finished, she threw her arms around him, kissing him again and again. Through her tears, Penelope begged Odysseus to forgive her. She had been so wary of being tricked, but he knew the story of the bed, how it had been built around an olive tree. This was something that no one else knew. At last she believed him. Now Odysseus too broke down in tears. They held each other close and would have stayed there until sunrise. But the goddess Athena delayed the dawn, so husband and wife could spend the long night together.

They had so much to talk about. Odysseus explained that his travels weren't quite over yet. The prophet Tyresius had given him instructions about another journey he must make to a distant land. There Odysseus would have to make a sacrifice to the sea god Poseidon. Once he'd done this, he could live in peace until the end of his day. days. As Odysseus and Penelope spoke, the servants were busy preparing the olive-tree bed, covering it with soft blankets. Once the room was ready, husband and wife returned at a long

last to their marriage bed. With Athena's magic, the night went on. It seemed there was time for everything, including a passion they both shared, telling stories. As they lay in their bed, Penelope told Odysseus all about her time in the palace, but as much as she enjoyed storytelling, she loved to listen even more. She didn't fall asleep until she had heard it all. The lotus eaters, the Cyclops, Circe, the journey to the underworld, the siren's song, and after that, the sun god's cattle, the shipwreck, and the years on Calypso's island, and then, at last, He had reached the land of the Fyatians, who had sent him home to Ithaca in a ship filled with treasures. This was the end of Odysseus' story. Within moments, the sweetest sleep came over them both,

and at long last. Their hearts and minds, were at peace.